Chapter 61: Spatial Perception
Regulus's perception was an innate gift.
Faint silver trails left by flowing magic. Ripple-like wrinkles when space was forcibly twisted. Pinpoints of magical light flickering at the edges of pried-open fissures.
All these things, normally invisible, had surfaced in that brief instant.
He knew: his perceptive ability had advanced.
At first he could only sense the presence of magic. Then he grew able to read the emotions and states of plants. Now he could catch vague outlines of spatial distortion.
Still hazy — he could make out rough shapes and directions of movement — but the faculty had undeniably appeared from nothing.
That might mean a great deal.
He could control magic with greater precision when casting. He could detect a spell's trajectory sooner when under attack.
He could understand more deeply what magic actually changed, and how.