Chapter 95: Teal fog
As much as he would have liked to stay and practice some more, Percy knew he’d have to resume brewing tomorrow. He couldn’t afford to pull an all-nighter on the Spire.
‘Have I signed my freedom away?’ he groaned.
Granted, adhering to a tight schedule wasn’t exactly new to him. He’d done that for years already. That said, it was one thing working nonstop for himself – out of discipline – and another thing entirely to be held accountable to a third-party like Nesha or their customers.
‘I guess I’m still doing it for myself.’ he sighed. ‘I really need that money…’
In any case, he could at least take his sweet time on the way back to the Guild, playing around with the minuscule quantity of teal fog he’d managed to create. It wasn’t enough to form a proper spell, but perhaps he could discern some of its properties.
Splitting the exotic substance in half – to avoid wasting all of it by accident – he pinched a portion with his other hand. Next, he willed it to solidify, forming a marble smaller than his fingernail.
It worked, allowing Percy to curiously fiddle with the tiny sphere for a few minutes, before ultimately crushing it between his fingers. Many of the fragments dissipated on the spot, though he did manage to salvage a few. He melted them again before merging them back to the rest of the material in his other hand.
‘Hmmm… It behaves much like my pure mana. Except when it breaks.’
Percy drew a trickle from his second core, manifesting a cyan orb about the same size as before. Then he handled it in a similar manner for a while, comparing the two objects in his mind.