Dark Parasyte

After Corvin’s departure, Kaelyn remained in place for a long moment, eyes lingering on the now empty space he had occupied. Then she turned to Yvanna, her expression thoughtful. "He’s absurdly powerful with space magic," she said at last, the words almost reverent.

Yvanna gave her a sidelong glance, brows raised faintly. "Space is not one of the elements I do understand my dear." Yvanna answered her. "You are a practitioner after all. But I never quite grasped what it means to be truly powerful with it. What exactly sets someone like Corvin apart, what might be the daily uses of this kind of magic?"

Kaelyn’s hands moved as she explained, her fingers sketching patterns in the air. "It’s not understanding Space as a concept, or weave threads to increase personal security," she said, almost breathless. "It’s about access, movement, control over presence and distance. A skilled space mage doesn’t walk through the world. they rearrange it around themselves. The way he sealed this room... it wasn’t brute force. It was precision. His control is... beyond anything I’ve ever witnessed. As far as we know his main affinity is Lightning. If he is as half as good with it as he is with Space.. He is a monster."

She began outlining examples with increasing fervor. "There’s personal storage space pockets of null dimension where you can store anything non living. Then there’s delay side manipulation, where you can stagger time or presence across spatial folds. Just the intricacy of the seal he placed here speaks volumes. It’s a level of mastery few reach. One where you feel space responding to your will like silk."

Yvanna’s expression had softened into curiosity, though she still looked mildly overwhelmed.

"Aren’t Space Mages are controlled or supervised by the Arbiters?" she asked.

Kaelyn hesitated before nodding slowly. "Yes. The apex of space magic is the ability to open or sustain planar gates. That’s the line no one dares to cross, not without oversight."

She drew a steadying breath, eyes serious now. "That’s why every mage with arcane affinity is required to swear an Oath. Soulbound, mind you. Not to violate Circle law or open a gate without sanction. It’s how the Circle keeps reality from unraveling."

Yvanna tilted her head, absorbing it all. "So, this fief he asked for... do you think he wants the privacy to test something? Like... a gate?"

Kaelyn blinked, then shook her head quickly. "No. That’s not possible. From what I know, even teleportation across continents is restricted, let alone a planar gate. This topic is heavily regulated. And if he had done something so bold, someone would have noticed. I think he’s just... subtle. And incredibly efficient."

Yvanna leaned back in her seat, eyes narrowed in thought. "Still... secrets have a way of breeding in silence. Let’s hope Raven’s Nest remains quiet.