Three days later, the light from the Quiet Chamber's protective array gradually faded.
Allen's cross-legged figure remained motionless, but a profound gleam now shone from the depths of his deep blue eyes.
The [Energy Dominion Art] was now etched into the depths of his soul, becoming the cornerstone for his control over the Magic Network. And, just as he'd wished, his third permanent Witchcraft slot was now firmly occupied by [Directional Magic Pulse].
As for [Magic Turbulence], he would cast it by temporarily constructing it as a conventional form of Witchcraft.
Allen stood up, his hands itching to try it out. 'Let's run a little test.'
He summoned a PX-1 Golem from his Alchemy Bracelet.
The four-meter-tall steel creation had a particularly intimidating presence in the Quiet Chamber. Its newly replaced Energy Storage showed a Magic Power reserve of 91%.
Allen raised his right hand, aiming his palm at the PX-1.
