He recalled his yearning for the unknown—the impulse to explore those dangerous magic forbidden by the codex.
"Why do I keep repeating the same experiments?"
The old mage paused his actions, gazing at the flame in his palm:
"These flames... shouldn't they be more beautiful?"
He began trying to guide his magic with emotions instead of cold formulas.
When passion replaced logic, intuition replaced calculation, miracles happened.
The flame was no longer the standard orange-red but transformed into a colorful fire akin to the aurora.
They danced in the air like living creatures, forming beautiful and complex patterns.
But at the same time, disaster struck.
The uncontrollable emotions made it impossible for him to precisely control the magic's power.
The colorful flames cascaded like a waterfall, devouring all the books in the laboratory in an instant.
Half of the Jade Tower's library turned to ash, countless precious research materials vanished into smoke.
