A thin veil of early-morning mist hung over Brightwood Orchard, and Kael could feel the crispness of dew-soaked grass beneath his boots. The orchard was stirring awake, but Kael had risen even earlier, determined to hone his forging techniques before the regular bustle began. Now that the Tainted Panther threat was gone, life felt calmer—yet Kael's focus had only intensified. There was always another frontier to push, another skill to perfect…all while hiding the secret of his awakened Red Mana Core.
A Quiet Resolve
He stood at his father's forge, the coals banked from the night before. Above him, the rafters creaked softly, and beyond the open doors, orchard hands gradually came into view—some greeted each other with tired waves, others trudged off to gather tools for the day's harvest. Kael hefted a short hammer, reflecting on the events of the past few days:
Defeating the Tainted Panther: A brush with real danger. He'd concealed his synergy behind so-called "ward plates," but the orchard men had seen glimpses of something beyond normal forging. Rowan especially harbored unspoken suspicions.
Stabilizing the farmland: It felt good to have done genuine service for neighboring families, reaffirming Kael's vow to protect those around him. But every small victory made him acutely aware of how much further he needed to grow.
The memory of felling that corrupted beast still brought a mild thrill. My level remains 10 now, but I can't become complacent. I must move forward—systematically.
Morning Forging Drills
Kael wiped sweat from his brow as he stoked the forge. Flames licked around the coals, and soon the interior glowed orange-white. He retrieved a bar of raw iron. Let's see if I can weave in small synergy pulses without drawing Father's notice, he thought.
He slid the iron bar into the heat. With practiced motions, he began hammering. Each strike hammered not just iron, but also subtle pulses of Earth synergy—tiny flickers that Kael carefully concealed. The result? An iron piece that felt marginally tougher than standard forging would produce. No orchard hand would realize the difference at a glance, but for Kael, it was a chance to refine synergy conduction.
He hammered repeatedly, allowing the forging ring to echo across the barn. The clang reverberated in his arms, each blow reverberating through his shoulders. If I push too much synergy, the metal might glow abnormally or warp. Keep it subtle.
Time blurred as he repeated the process, forging small lumps into rudimentary shapes. Some would become reinforcing brackets for orchard fences, others potential ward plates. Joren, his father, was nowhere in sight yet—likely fetching supplies from the orchard storehouse—giving Kael the perfect window to push his synergy.
Minutes stretched into a full hour. Kael felt his arms burning with fatigue. After all, he was still physically a child, even if his mind belonged to a reincarnated grand magus. At one point, his hammer paused midair—his forearms shaking with exertion. I can't let up. This is exactly how I refine my physical attributes without suspicion.
He forced himself to keep going. The repeated clang, clang pounded an insistent rhythm into his bones, his breath ragged. Sweat trickled along his temples. He lost himself in the heat and motion, forming a half-dozen basic plates destined for orchard repairs.
When he finally set the hammer aside, the forge's fires had receded into a low glow, and his arms trembled from the strain. Even so, a spark of triumph flitted through him. I can sense a faint improvement in muscle control.
Suddenly, a familiar tingle surged in his consciousness:
[Notification: Through rigorous forging practice under intense strain, +1 Strength has been gained.]
Kael exhaled slowly, relief and satisfaction mingling. Every gain counts. Yet he knew each increment would require more effort as his body advanced. That single point had cost him an hour of punishing repetition—and it would only get harder in the future.
Father's Return
He was cooling one of the newly forged plates in a bucket of water when Joren trudged in, shoulders loaded with lumber and metal rods. "Morning, son," his father greeted, plunking the load down by a workbench. "Up early again?"
Kael smiled, setting the red-hot metal aside. "Yes. I wanted to finish a few brackets before orchard duties. Or…maybe some new plates."
Joren's brow lifted as he surveyed the newly hammered items. "You're forging at quite a pace. Don't overwork yourself." He pulled out a half-completed bracket and turned it over in his calloused hands. "Still, good job—these look sturdy. Let's do final shaping together after breakfast."
Kael nodded. "Sounds good, Father."
In truth, Kael relished the chance for father-son collaboration. Though it limited how much synergy he could secretly imbue, he treasured these quiet forging sessions. They reminded him that, despite the reincarnated magus soul within, he still had a place here as Joren's son.
Orchard Buzz
They broke for a quick meal: simple bread, fresh goat cheese, and leftover dried fruit from the orchard. Then the orchard workers began streaming into the barn area, collecting tools and wagons for the day's tasks. Rowan appeared, nodding politely at Kael. Baret and Lorr, the two orchard hands who had also helped slay the panther, gave Kael friendly waves.
"You forging more ward plates, Kael?" Baret asked with curiosity.
Kael shrugged modestly. "A few. They seemed to help, so I might refine them further." He strove to keep any pride from his voice, but a small grin tugged at his lips. If only they realized just how much synergy is woven into each plate.
Lorr chimed in, "Folk from the next village over asked if we could spare plates for them, too. Heard rumors of strange sightings along the roads."
Rowan's face tightened. "A traveling merchant reported odd howling at twilight. Might be nothing, but it's worth caution."
Kael kept his expression neutral. Another possible threat? That might be an opportunity—though he had to ensure no one got suspicious of how effectively he could handle it. "I'll see if I can craft more plates soon," he offered quietly.
A Small Task
Late morning found Kael in the orchard's southern quadrant, checking fence rails for damage. A mild breeze rustled the apple branches overhead. He tested an older runic plate he'd installed weeks ago—still stable, though the script was wearing. I should re-etch the runes, maybe hide a bit of Earth synergy inside, he mused.
As he worked, a soft voice called his name: "Kael?"
He turned to see Jena, a mild-mannered orchard hand, approaching with a concerned look. "We've got a small boar rummaging around the orchard's edge. Possibly drawn by the fruit. Could you—?" She paused, almost embarrassed to ask a mere child for help.
Kael smiled kindly, collecting his tools. "I'll check it out."
It wasn't unusual for stray animals to wander in—most orchard staff simply chased them off with shouts or makeshift torches. But Kael suspected it might be a bit more complicated if the boar were aggressive or partially mana-infused. Better safe than sorry.
Tracking the Boar
He followed Jena to the orchard's perimeter, where a short wooden fence separated orchard land from a patch of wild underbrush. Sure enough, tracks in the soft soil led deeper into a thicket. The orchard's caretaker had glimpsed a plump boar rummaging near the fruit bins earlier.
Kael stepped carefully, scanning for mana traces. Even if it's just a normal boar, best to confirm. He put two fingers to the ground, letting a faint Earth synergy trickle outward. The vibrations painted a mental image of the underbrush: a moderate creature, larger than a typical pig, skulking about.
Caution is wise. I don't want to kill it if it's just a hungry beast. He advanced quietly, heart steady. Perhaps this was only a routine chase-off—but after the Tainted Panther fiasco, Kael never underestimated any creature's potential.
Sure enough, he soon spotted the boar rummaging among scattered apple cores—yet its hide bore faint streaks of odd coloration, almost like swirling lines near the shoulders. Kael's eyes narrowed. Could this be a partially awakened boar?
He watched from behind a bush. The boar's eyes glinted with a mild red sheen. It snorted, pawing at the ground. Then it jerked around, sensing Kael's presence, and let out a guttural squeal.
An Unexpected Charge
Without warning, the boar charged, hooves thundering across the underbrush. Kael sprang aside, narrowly avoiding its tusks, which looked sharper than any normal pig's. Definitely tainted or partially awakened.
The boar wheeled, snorting aggressively. Kael exhaled, quickly scanning the orchard staff around. Jena had retreated to a safe distance, eyes wide. No one else was immediately near—Kael had to handle this discreetly.
He considered using a synergy-laced "ward effect," but they weren't near any fence post. Alternatively, he might fling a low-level Ember Bolt or conjure Earth synergy. I must remain cunning—if Jena sees me hurl a fire projectile, suspicion will skyrocket.
The boar snarled again, about to charge. Alright, perhaps I can stage this as a freak runic reaction from one of my forging tools… He patted the small hammer in his belt, forging an idea.
The Confrontation
Kael feigned alarm, stepping back as the boar lunged. At the last moment, he tapped a hidden rune etched onto the hammer's handle—one he'd prepared for emergencies. In reality, he channeled Fire synergy into it, producing a sudden spark that erupted near the boar's snout.
Startled, the boar skidded to a halt, squealing at the flash. Kael pivoted behind a tree trunk, letting the boar fixate on the flicker. Need to be mindful: a single spark won't fell this beast.
With a guttural roar, the creature thrashed again, bucking dangerously. Kael inhaled, focusing on the earth beneath the boar. He shaped a subtle Earthen Snare below its hooves, disguised as if the boar's stomping had triggered an unstable patch of soil. The ground gave way slightly, tangling the boar's hind legs.
The boar bellowed, thrashing in confusion. Perfect. Kael darted forward, feigning that he was checking if the runic hammer had "malfunctioned." In truth, he channeled a brief Fire synergy spark—like a spark from a forging strike—right at the boar's flank. The searing sting caused the beast to convulse.
He followed up by twisting his hammer handle, unleashing a second jolt of synergy-laced flame. The boar collapsed with a squeal, battered by the hidden synergy. The orchard staff from afar might assume Kael's hammer had some minor ward effect. Jena, face pale, gaped.
Breathing hard, Kael watched the boar's side heave. It wasn't dead, just subdued. He edged closer, readying the hammer. It might still lunge.
But the boar only let out a ragged squeal, eyes rolling back. A moment later, it went limp—unconscious or pinned by Kael's synergy-laced earth. Kael stepped back, trying to slow his racing pulse.
[Notification: You contributed major damage to subdue an Awakened Boar (Minor Tier). EXP gained: 90.]
He felt no level-up rush—just an incremental gain. I'm still well within Level 10, so no immediate jump.
With caution, he nudged the boar's flank. It gave no response. Jena approached, voice trembling, "B-by the orchard gods, that was… Are you all right, Kael?"
"Yes," Kael managed calmly, forcing a small smile. "I used my forging hammer's runic effect, but it got a little intense. Guess it was enough to knock the boar out."
Jena's eyes lingered on the hammered handle, curiosity shining. "I had no idea forging tools could do that."
Kael shrugged, playing the role of a boy who only half-understands. "It's something I experimented with—like a small shock effect. Didn't realize it'd be quite so strong on a big boar."
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She seemed to buy the explanation. "Well, I'm grateful. That boar could've hurt someone."
Aftermath & Discussions
Other orchard workers arrived quickly, ropes and poles in hand. They bound the unconscious boar. Jena suggested they haul it off to a distant clearing or sell it to traveling butchers. Rowan, spotting the scene, raised an eyebrow at Kael. "You subdued it alone?"
Kael tapped his hammer's handle in feigned embarrassment. "The runic reaction triggered at the perfect moment."
Rowan studied him, eyes flicking from the boar to Kael's sweat-streaked face. After a tense breath, the older man simply nodded. "Fortunate timing."
Kael let the orchard workers manage the boar, quietly slipping away. He sensed Rowan's curiosity might bubble up again, but for now, the orchard men seemed relieved another threat was neutralized, no matter how small.
Subtle Investigations
Later that afternoon, Kael found himself reorganizing the barn's tool racks. People came and went, retrieving scythes, buckets, or forging scraps. Every so often, he caught Rowan glancing at him, brow furrowed. He's definitely suspicious,Kael thought. I must maintain my façade carefully.
He decided to preempt Rowan's inquiries. Taking a free moment, he approached the older orchard worker. "Rowan, about that boar earlier… I'm just as surprised as you are," Kael began softly. "I hammered a small runic seal into the forging hammer's handle—hoping for a mild defensive spark. I guess it worked better than expected."
Rowan studied him with a skeptical glint. "You do have a knack for runes. Especially ones that produce…unusually potent effects."
Kael shrugged, trying to look earnest. "Father's taught me forging basics since I was little, and I've read a few old runic scraps from traveling mages. I'm just… combining them as best I can."
For a moment, Rowan seemed on the verge of pressing further. Then he relented, lips curling into a half-smile. "It's not my place to question it, lad. We owe you gratitude. Twice now, you've fended off dangerous creatures."
"Thank you," Kael replied, bowing his head politely. Relief brushed over him. Rowan might remain curious, but at least he wouldn't pry openly.
Evening Reflections
That evening, the orchard settled into calm. Fireflies blinked among the apple trees once more, and a gentle hush enveloped the barn. Kael retreated to his small loft bedroom, surrounded by forging notes and half-finished runic plates. Setting aside his father's old forging ledger, he took a moment to gather his thoughts.
The day's boar encounter replayed in his mind. Ninety EXP—enough to slowly inch me forward. But not enough for a level jump. He remembered the system's notification, the sense of progress. I might be a ways from Level 11, but each step matters.
He pictured that swirl of swirling lines on the boar's hide. Possibly a minor corruption, or maybe a natural mana mutation. Such instances seemed more frequent around the orchard lately. Could it be signs of deeper changes in Aurelia's ambient mana?
Regardless, Kael resolved to remain vigilant. I must keep forging new runic items, both for orchard protection and my own synergy practice.
He closed his eyes, leaning against the loft's wooden wall. A flickering lamp cast wavering shadows across old metal scraps. "One day," he whispered, "I'll stand among genuine mages in the Academy, far beyond this orchard. But until then… I guard this place."
Midnight Training
Long after the household slept, Kael rose quietly. He tiptoed out to the barn, forging tools in hand. The orchard's silence offered the perfect cloak for secret synergy practice. He set a half-shaped metal disk onto an anvil. Then he concentrated:
Earth synergy: He channeled it into the metal, testing how it resonated. If done properly, the final plate would be unbelievably sturdy—but also risk exposing advanced forging capabilities.
Fire synergy: He sparked it gently around the edges, simulating a mild runic flame effect. Overheating it would be suspicious, so he carefully dissipated most of the heat.
For nearly an hour, he repeated cycles of synergy infusion. The orchard's soft wind and the distant hoot of an owl were his only companions.
Finally, the plate glowed faintly under lamplight, runes etched in neat spiral patterns. Another discreet success.
Kael exhaled, setting it aside to cool. His arms felt stiff from earlier forging, but a mild euphoria coursed through him. This synergy synergy forging… it's become second nature.
He considered pushing further—maybe forging two more plates tonight. But the memory of his father's concern, plus the dull ache in his muscles, made him pause. Better not strain myself to the point of collapse.
Morning Counsel
The following dawn, Kael found Joren already at the anvil, eyes keen with fatherly pride. "That bracket from yesterday… it's solid," Joren said, tapping a newly finished orchard bracket. "But there's a curious density to it." He frowned in mild confusion. "Hardly weighs more, though. Odd forging technique, is it?"
Kael swallowed, mind racing. "I, uh, hammered at a consistent angle, applying slightly varied heat. Perhaps it made the grains more compact?"
His father nodded slowly. "You have a real knack for forging, son." He gave Kael's shoulder a gentle pat. "Just remember: life's not all about forging. You're still a child. Don't burn yourself out."
Kael forced a soft laugh, warmth flooding his chest. It felt good to have Joren's approval. "I'll be careful, Father."
Merchant Rumors
Around midday, a traveling merchant rumbled into the orchard yard with a mule-drawn cart. He often traded small goods for orchard produce—candles, fabrics, or trinkets. This time, the merchant hopped down, eyes sweeping the orchard. Rowan and other orchard hands welcomed him.
Kael listened in as he handed over some forged nails. The merchant's voice lowered conspiratorially. "Been hearing about beasts prowling roads, not just your orchard. Some folks whisper about bandit sightings too—like they might be harnessing these creatures."
Rowan frowned. "Bandits controlling beasts?"
The merchant shrugged. "Rumors, mind you. But folks are uneasy. You never know what black-market magitech or runic trick these bandits might use."
A ripple of disquiet spread through the orchard men. Kael, standing quietly nearby, felt a spark of interest. Bandits using magitech to command beasts? That's an escalation.
Baret rubbed his chin. "We've handled stray beasts, but a group actively controlling them is a bigger threat."
The merchant nodded gravely. "Stay wary. If you see suspicious travelers near the orchard roads, best steer clear or inform the village watch."
Heightened Tensions
That evening, orchard talk revolved around these rumors. Some scoffed, dismissing them as travelers' tall tales. Others, especially those who'd seen the Tainted Panther or the awakened boar, suspected bigger forces at play. Kael listened, heart thrumming with an odd mix of anticipation and concern. If bandits truly discovered a way to harness or mutate beasts, I'll need to redouble orchard defenses.
He quietly approached Rowan and a few orchard hands. "I can craft additional ward plates for the orchard's perimeter," he offered. "Just in case."
They readily agreed. Rowan said, "We appreciate it, lad. Folks feel safer with your plates around. When you have time, let's see if we can place them along the main road fence, too."
Kael nodded. Yes, more forging means more synergy training.
A Subtle Encounter
Late that night, as Kael strolled the orchard's lanes to check on existing wards, a figure stepped out from behind a stack of crates. It was Rowan. The man's posture suggested a quiet seriousness. "Kael," he murmured, beckoning him closer.
Kael's pulse quickened. Has he discovered something? He forced a neutral expression and stepped nearer.
Rowan's gaze flicked over the orchard. "I wanted to speak plainly, away from curious ears," he began. "I've served this orchard decades, seen all sorts of mysteries. Lately, you do things… a child shouldn't manage. That Tainted Panther, then the awakened boar. It's almost as though you have real magic behind these runic 'accidents.'"
Kael's stomach tensed. He's more perceptive than I hoped. "I—I'm not sure what you mean."
Rowan exhaled slowly. "Don't worry. I won't raise alarm. But I can sense you're… special. Perhaps you learned advanced forging from a traveling mage, or found some leftover enchantment. I won't pry. But if danger grows—bandits, monstrous beasts—I hope you'll keep this orchard safe, as you have so far."
Conflicting emotions warred in Kael's chest: relief that Rowan wouldn't expose him, and guilt for deceiving him. "Thank you, Rowan. I promise, I'll do what I can to protect everyone."
The orchard worker nodded, a flicker of respect in his eyes. "Good. Keep your secrets, if that's what you must do. Just be cautious—power draws attention."
With that, Rowan turned and walked off, leaving Kael under the moonlit orchard. For a moment, Kael closed his eyes, a swirl of gratitude and worry filling him. At least Rowan's on my side. But this secrecy weighs heavier each day.
Nightly Resolve
Alone again, Kael resumed his ward-check. Each hammered plate along the fences gave him a sense of purpose—and a reminder that everything he built was also practice for the future. Someday, I'll stand at the Academy, forging wonders openly. But until then…
He gently touched one of the plates, feeling the embedded synergy hum. The orchard would remain safe, at least from small threats. But rumors of bandits controlling beasts might herald greater challenges. For now, Kael focused on the next step: fortifying the orchard's perimeter with as many synergy-infused plates as he could manage, balancing secrecy with readiness.
A mild breeze rustled the apple leaves overhead, and Kael gazed at the moon. In that quiet hush, he reaffirmed his vow:
Train: Keep forging and refining synergy in secrecy.Protect: Shield the orchard from lurking dangers, whether minor beasts or rumored bandit groups.Prepare: Strengthen body and mana core, so that when the day came to join Astraeus Academy, he'd be ready to stand among real mages.
His Red Mana Core pulsed faintly beneath his ribcage, a silent testament to his awakened potential. One step at a time.
Next Morning's Routine
Dawn broke again, orchard workers streaming into the barn. Kael stood at the anvil with renewed determination, finishing a fresh batch of ward plates. Father occasionally paused to watch him, proud yet slightly baffled at his son's rapid forging improvements. Rowan hovered as well, giving Kael a nod that spoke volumes: I support you quietly.
By midday, Kael had installed half a dozen new plates along the orchard's southern boundary, each discreetly carrying Fire or Earth synergy. He tested them by lightly tapping the runic center—feeling the mild crackle that would deter or harm encroaching creatures.
While nailing the final plate onto a fence post, Kael's mind wandered to the possibility of a more serious threat. If bandits truly prowled these roads, how would he handle it without revealing his awakened core? I'll cross that bridge when it comes, he reminded himself.
The Overlooked Gifts
That evening, as orchard workers gathered for supper, Kael found Joren rummaging through a chest of old forging implements at the barn's back corner. Father carefully pulled out a battered tome, edges singed. "I meant to show you this sooner," Joren murmured.
Kael peered at the tome's faded cover. Runic scrawls were etched across it in archaic script. "Where did you get it?"
Joren shrugged. "Years ago, a traveling mage sold it cheap—claimed it was a partial forging manual. I never deciphered half of it, but I used a few diagrams for forging patterns. Perhaps you can make better sense of it."
Kael's heart pounded. A mage's forging manual? That might contain insights for synergy forging. He carefully lifted the tome, flipping through brittle pages. Arcane diagrams danced across the parchment. Some runes looked remarkably close to the Earth synergy shapes he'd been practicing. This could be a gold mine of knowledge—though I must parse it discreetly.
"Thank you, Father. I'll try to glean something from it," Kael said, voice tight with excitement.
Joren smiled warmly. "You're forging leaps beyond mine these days. Might as well see if that manual helps you refine your craft."
A Private Study
That night, after dinner, Kael retreated to the loft, lamp flickering. He opened the battered forging manual on a makeshift desk. Dust motes swirled in the lamplight.
Reading through archaic runes, he recognized references to "layered forging," "elemental resonance," and "heat-cycling." Some sections were missing, others charred. But hints of an advanced technique glimmered in the text:
Descriptions of forging metal with carefully timed synergy pulses.Mentions of combining Earth and Fire elements to produce stable, near-mythic durability.Warnings about "core dissonance" if the blacksmith tried to channel more mana than their body could handle.
Kael's eyes darted across each fragment, heart racing. This parallels my synergy forging approach. If I systematically test these techniques, I might produce ward plates that rival real mage forges.
He pressed a hand gently on the page, inhaling the musty smell of old parchment. The knowledge here felt like a bridge between his father's blacksmithing legacy and the deeper magic he harbored. I must tread carefully—progress too fast, and I risk revealing everything.
Yet each day, his synergy grew stronger, each forging session sharpened his mind. So long as he balanced caution with ambition, he might craft wonders surpassing even the orchard's comprehension.
Future Glimpses
As he closed the manual, Kael realized how many roads lay open:
Remain vigilant in the orchard, fending off mutated beasts or rumored bandit threats.Refine forging beyond mundane runes, bridging knowledge from the manual with his awakened synergy.Prepare for the day he would stand before the Academy's gates, tested on knowledge no typical child should possess.
A hush descended, the orchard quiet outside his window. He set the tome aside, running calloused fingers over the hammered ridges that dotted his desk. Each ridge marked hours of forging practice—both mundane and magical.
His mind wandered to that flicker of corruption in the boar's eyes, to the merchant's rumor of bandits harnessing beasts. The orchard was safe for now, thanks to his cunning illusions and synergy-laced defenses. But tension simmered on Aurelia's roads. One day soon, bigger forces might encroach on Brightwood. When that time comes, I'll be ready.
Resolve Under the Moon
Kael stepped to the loft's open window, leaning on the sill. Moonlight bathed the orchard in pale silver. He watched as a single orchard guard strolled by, lantern bobbing, checking fence lines. A mild wind rustled the leaves. This was his quiet realm for the moment—a place to train, to hide, to protect.
He gently flexed his sore arms, recalling the day's forging. All these minor gains—+1 Strength here, some synergy practice there—will accumulate. Even the orchard men who suspected him seemed content to let him continue. Rowan's discreet acceptance felt like a reassurance that he wasn't alone in wanting the orchard safe.
But I can't remain a hidden blacksmith forever, he mused. The Academy beckons eventually, and beyond that…
His eyes drifted shut, and he pictured a grand future—one where synergy forging integrated with advanced spellcraft, forging him into a mage capable of shaping Aurelia's destiny. Just as Aerion once soared, so shall I, but I'll avoid the pitfalls of hubris.
With a final sigh, Kael turned from the window. Another day concluded, another step taken. The orchard slumbered, but his resolve burned bright. He would keep forging, keep training, keep building the power to guard the orchard from any threat. And when the time for the Academy arrived, he'd stand prepared—even if that meant mastering advanced forging secrets in the hush of midnight, or subduing beasts with cunning illusions.
For now, that was enough. He eased onto his straw mattress, letting the orchard's lullaby soothe him. Tomorrow promised more forging, more runic wards, more hidden synergy mastery—and he intended to face it all with silent determination.
Status Window
Name: Kael Ashborne
Age: 6 (Nearing 7)
Talent: SSS (Hidden)
Core Grade: Red
Level: 10
EXP: 90 / 1600
Attributes
Strength: 18(+1 from intense forging drills)
Agility: 6
Constitution: 18
Intelligence: 34
Spirit: 45
Free Attribute Points: 0
Trait: Sage's Insight (Passive – fosters advanced comprehension of spells, runes, forging)
Synergy Channeling
Earth Channeling (Intermediate, Lv.1)Fire Channeling (Basic, Lv.9)Water Channeling (Basic, Lv.9)Air Channeling (Basic, Lv.9)Light Channeling (Basic, Lv.9)
Skills
Earthen Snare (Intermediate, Lv.1)Ember Bolt (Intermediate, Lv.1)Stone Shield (Basic, Lv.5)Windflare Alarm (Basic, Lv.2)Warmth Ward (Basic, Lv.1)