Chapter 344: Father, Do You Know About the Manhattan Project?
Orion set his teacup back on the desk.
"When casting, you have to hold the target in your mind as a single whole." Regulus's gaze drifted to the stack of letters on the desk. "This pile. Dozens of envelopes, different sizes, different paper weights, some thick, some thin. But when you look at it, your mind registers one thing. A stack of letters."
He lifted his eyes back to Orion. "Lock onto that. Hit it."
Orion listened without so much as a furrowed brow. He understood this. Wizards had always worked that way.
Casting was casting. You had a target in mind, you aimed at it, and the magic handled the rest.
"A wall is a wall, a building is a building, an estate is an estate." Regulus continued. "No matter how many rooms are inside, how many walls, how many pillars, in the caster's mind, it's one thing."
Orion nodded.
For him, this wasn't a threshold. It was closer to the natural state of spellwork.
But the next sentence caught him off guard.