"Then stop showing off and compress them."
Her fingers flexed, and the scattered sparks snapped inward.
Bloomcast resisted for one sharp breath. Its petals flared, wanting to open and spill into the chamber, but NukEncore tightened her control through her palms. Rather than crushing the skill, she drew it inward, folding the bloom before it could blossom.
The gloves trembled above the anchor.
Red light climbed through their palm channels, then divided into the fingers with careful precision. Each seam caught a portion of the skill. First Bloom sank into the palms, where the pressure gathered deepest.
Second Bloom threaded into the fingers, ready to erupt from multiple points. Third Bloom broke into ember-like shards and settled along the crystal stitching, each fragment flickering like a tiny delayed detonation.
Martin exhaled slowly. "So the gloves aren't just receiving the skill. They're teaching it a new casting path."
Master Raven glanced at him. "You are learning."
