A pale dawn light bathed the orchard in soft gray. Kael paused at the barn's threshold, taking a moment to inhale the faint scent of dew-kissed grass. His mind was still turning over the battered mage-forging manual he'd studied by moonlight. It felt like a key to deeper synergy forging—though deciphering it would take time.
The orchard bustled around him: men trudging by with rakes or lanterns, women stacking empty fruit crates. A normal day's work. Yet Kael sensed an undercurrent of tension. Over the last few dawns, rumors of bandits prowling the roads had only grown. For a boy carrying a hidden Red Core and second-life memories, the orchard's veneer of tranquility was starting to show cracks.
Forge Smoke and Subtle Sparks
He found Joren—his father—already stoking the forge's embers. The older man nodded a greeting. "You're up early again, son." There was warmth in his voice, along with a trace of fatherly concern that Kael had come to expect. "Sleep well?"
Kael managed a small grin. "Enough. I wanted to do some shaping before the orchard chores." He hefted a small iron rod in his hand. The orchard's fences need constant maintenance, so forging brackets is a perfect cover for synergy practice.
As Joren rearranged coals, Kael retrieved his own small forging hammer—secretly etched with runic lines that let him channel synergy into metal without drawing overt suspicion. Even though Rowan had observed more than once how strangely potent these forging 'accidents' were, no one had confronted Kael directly. In these uneasy times, orchard staff seemed more thankful than wary—he'd proven resourceful in protecting them.
Clank—clank—clank.
The steady ring of hammer on metal soon filled the barn. Kael methodically hammered the rod, channeling a faint pulse of Earth synergy with every other strike. Not too much, or the iron might glow unnaturally. Not too little, or there'd be no progress in honing his synergy conduction.
He took careful note of the forging manual's cryptic references. "Layer forging: applying short bursts of synergy at intervals to bond magic with metal." Exactly what he was trying to accomplish here, albeit in miniature.
By the time Joren tapped him on the shoulder—half an hour later—Kael was drenched in sweat. The bracket in his hands shone with a subtle solidity that ordinary forging wouldn't produce. He smiled inwardly. Progress, slow but steady.
[Notification: Through repeated synergy-infused forging, +1 Constitution gained (physical endurance).]
A brief electric thrill coursed through Kael at that invisible prompt. But he kept his face carefully controlled, avoiding any outward sign. Increasingly hard to earn these single attribute gains… but every small step counts.
News from the Watch
Not long after, a soft commotion rippled through the orchard yard. Kael, finishing his forging, glanced outside to see Rowan and Baret escorting two men in dusty cloaks. They appeared armed—swords at their belts, carrying battered leather armor. At first Kael tensed, suspecting bandits, but quickly recognized them as members of the local militia watch. Their expressions were grave.
When Joren and Kael stepped out, the orchard hands had gathered. One of the watchmen, a tall man named Granis, cleared his throat. "Mornin'. We've come to warn you folks: there's talk of a bandit scouting party creeping near orchard roads. Possibly connected to those rumors of folk harnessing beasts. We're not certain, but we wanted you on alert."
Joren exchanged glances with Rowan, who said quietly, "We heard similar rumors from traveling merchants. Is the threat close?"
Granis scratched his scraggly beard. "A neighbor up the hill claims to have seen figures skulking at night, accompanied by large dogs or something bigger. We can't confirm if it's just fearsome strays or real trained beasts."
A ripple of unease passed over the group. Kael tried to keep his face neutral, even as tension coiled in his chest. Dogs? Or awakened beasts?
The watchman continued, "If you see anything suspicious, send word. We'll do our best to patrol the roads, but our manpower is spread thin." He nodded stiffly. "Stay safe, all of you."
The orchard staff murmured their thanks, and the watch departed, stirring a swirl of anxious chatter in their wake.
Guarding the Perimeter
By midday, the orchard's routine had shifted: Rowan organized small patrols around the fences, especially near the far edges where fruit-laden trees offered potential hiding spots. Kael volunteered to check runic wards in the southern quadrant—a place he'd reinforced with synergy-laced plates just days prior.
Grateful for a chance to refine them, Kael walked the fence line, methodically tapping each plate. As he did, he channeled tiny pulses of Fire or Earth synergy to ensure the runic lines remained active. The orchard's employees believed these wards to be modest protective runes. Only Kael knew how deeply they resonated with his awakened core.
He knelt at one post, brushing away dirt to inspect the runic carving. This is definitely stable… but if bandits come with beasts, do I have enough synergy stored? His stomach knotted slightly. I can't reveal too much power.
He adjusted the runic lines, exhaling a quiet breath of relief when they glowed for a split second, confirming synergy conduction. Another orchard hand, a middle-aged man named Torik, ambled over. "Everything good, Kael?"
"Yes, just re-etching the ward lines," Kael replied. "Shouldn't cause any trouble for us."
Torik scratched his head, looking both impressed and puzzled. "Clever stuff. I never pegged blacksmith runes to repel beasts, but you've proven me wrong time and again." He gave Kael a friendly pat on the back. "Keep it up, lad."
A Merchant's Return
Late in the afternoon, a familiar squeak of cart wheels announced the merchant who had passed by a few days earlier—this time with deeper worry etched across his features. The orchard men ushered him to a shady spot near the barn, offering water.
"We were told bandits might be near," Rowan said, voice low. "Heard anything else?"
The merchant nodded solemnly. "Aye. A couple farmers along the eastern road had their livestock attacked. One described strange markings on the animals' hides—similar to that Tainted Panther story you folks mentioned." He shuddered. "Sounds like more awakened beasts are being used for intimidation."
Kael hovered at the edge, pressing his lips together. So it's not just rumors, then. Someone's deliberately fostering awakened creatures to harass farmsteads. That spelled real danger for the orchard.
As the orchard staff conferred with the merchant, Kael considered his next steps. I must be ready. If these bandits do approach, I can't let them threaten my family or the orchard. But how do I fight them without blowing my cover?
Late-Night Investigations
That night, after the orchard lights dimmed, Kael found himself drawn to the far southern perimeter. The moon hung low, half-obscured by drifting clouds, casting elongated shadows across the orchard rows. He moved quietly, a small lantern in one hand, the runic hammer at his belt in case of trouble.
Just checking the wards, he told himself. But there was also a flicker of curiosity—some unsettled intuition that something or someone might be lurking.
As he neared the orchard's boundary fence, the night's hush pressed in. Crickets chirped sporadically, and a faint breeze rustled leaves overhead. One by one, he tested the synergy-laced plates, ensuring they retained their faint hum of protective runes.
Suddenly, Kael froze. There—a soft rustle beyond the fence. He set the lantern on a fence post and carefully peered into the darkness. A shape moved, barely visible under moonlight.
A wild animal? Or a bandit's beast? Heart pounding, Kael tapped his hammer's handle, bracing for a potential clash.
The shape shifted again, revealing a low silhouette. Then a grunt—familiar, but menacing. Kael's mind flashed to the memory of the Tainted Panther. It could be another corrupted creature…
The shape slunk closer to the fence line, and moonlight briefly illuminated patchy fur. Then came a snarl. Kael recognized it as a dog, but not quite normal. Its shoulders seemed broader, fur marred by faint swirling lines—eerie echoes of minor awakening. The dog growled, baring teeth.
The Fight at the Fence
Kael swallowed. An awakened guard dog? Possibly tethered to those rumored bandits. He saw no sign of a human figure, but that didn't mean none were there.
The dog advanced, pressing against the orchard fence. Its teeth bared, it snapped at the wooden posts, testing for weakness. Kael placed a palm on one synergy plate, channeling Fire to see if the ward would repel it. A faint glow flickered on the runic plate's surface.
Suddenly, the dog yelped and leapt back, as though stung by an invisible barrier. It works. But if the dog keeps prodding, it might find a gap.
The orchard was quiet—no orchard hand or guard in sight. Kael's breath caught. I should drive it off before it attracts reinforcements.
With careful steps, he positioned himself behind the fence, raising his runic hammer. The dog paced along the boundary, snarling. Kael let out a low whistle, hoping to lure it into one of the ward plates for a quick shock.
Sure enough, the dog lunged at a spot near Kael's left. He seized the moment, rapping the post's runic carving with the hammer's hidden synergy. A spark of Fire erupted, crackling across the fence line. The awakened dog yelped again, jumping back.
But it didn't flee—only glared, hackles raised. More persistent than a normal beast.
Kael's mind raced. If it pushes through, I'll have to use direct synergy. But that risked exposure if anyone was watching. Then again, letting a hostile awakened dog roam the orchard wasn't an option.
He gulped, scanning the area. No sign of other watchers. Fine. I'll strike fast, as if these wards triggered a single big discharge.
A Sudden Clash
Before Kael could act, the dog lunged again—this time hooking a paw around a slightly weaker portion of the fence. Wood splintered. The dog forced part of its bulk through. Kael cursed under his breath.
He whipped the hammer around, mentally shaping a silent Earthen Snare beneath the dog. The ground softened, ensnaring its forelegs. The dog snarled, thrashing with surprising ferocity. I have to end this quickly.
Kael channeled a short pulse of Fire synergy from his hammer handle. He aimed for the dog's flank, letting the flame spark in a tight arc. A searing crackle hissed in the night. The awakened dog howled, muscles seizing.
It collapsed with a whimper, pinned by both the snare and the jolt of synergy. Kael's hammer hummed hot in his grip, and he exhaled, tension rippling from his shoulders. That might have done it…
The dog, half-stunned, flopped on the ground. Kael carefully withdrew the synergy, leaving the creature unconscious.
[Notification: You contributed major damage to subdue an Awakened Dog (Minor Tier). EXP gained: 70.]
No level-up rush. Kael nodded to himself. Just some progress.
He glanced about warily, worried the dog's owner might appear. The orchard remained still, however—only the faint rustle of orchard leaves under the wind. Likely they're not close… or they fled, seeing the wards.
Disposing of the Intruder
Dragging an unconscious, half-awakened dog posed a challenge for a child's frame. Kael had to carefully break the earthen snare, then haul the limp form away from the fence line. He couldn't simply kill it—he disliked needless cruelty, though letting it roam free risked further attacks.
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He tied a quick rope harness around the dog's hindlegs, then used all his strength to pull it behind a cluster of bushes near the orchard's edge. I'll inform Rowan or Baret in the morning. Maybe we can hand it to the watch.
By the time he was done, Kael's arms burned. The orchard was eerily silent. Moonlight shimmered overhead, and every shifting shadow set his nerves on edge. I should double-check if any other beasts lurk.
Yet exhaustion weighed on him. Father might notice if I'm gone too long. With a final look at the subdued dog, he retreated deeper into the orchard, heart pounding. At least the wards held… for now.
Quiet Revelations
Dawn found Kael bleary-eyed at breakfast, but the orchard's routine allowed little rest. Word got out about the dog he'd found, courtesy of Baret discovering the tied-up creature near the fence after sunrise. Baret and Rowan promptly secured the dog, waiting for the watch to collect it.
When Rowan questioned Kael, the boy stuck to his standard half-truth: "I heard snarls, found it pushing through the fence, and the ward flared. That must've knocked it out."
Rowan's shrewd gaze lingered on Kael for a moment before he relented with a nod. "Glad the wards worked. We'll keep watch for others."
Kael exhaled internally, thankful for Rowan's silent acceptance. The orchard worker must suspect Kael's deeper involvement, but had chosen to keep quiet.
An Ominous Clue
Late in the morning, the watch arrived to collect the dog. Granis, the same watchman from the day before, crouched beside the unconscious beast. His face darkened at the swirling lines etched into its fur. "This is no ordinary dog. I've seen such markings once before—someone's tampering with beasts, forcibly awakening them."
He glanced up at Joren, Rowan, and Kael, who hovered nearby. "I suspect a bandit ring might be testing these beasts on outlying farms and orchards. Thanks for subduing it. We'll investigate further."
Granis rose, expression grim. "Stay vigilant. If they're bold enough to send a dog sniffing around, they might escalate soon."
The orchard staff murmured agreement, tension thick in the air. Kael's mind churned. If these bandits are systematically awakening beasts, who's teaching them advanced runes or synergy? This is no small-time gang.
Afternoon Responsibilities
Despite the heightened concerns, orchard life pressed on. Kael spent the midday hours forging more brackets for future fence repairs, quietly weaving synergy whenever he could. His father asked fewer questions now, perhaps overwhelmed by orchard demands. Joren simply praised Kael's quick forging progress.
When Kael's arms ached from hammering, he turned to the battered forging manual, sneaking glances at the half-burnt pages. One passage read:"Combining elemental pulses with repeated quenching can yield metal that channels magic more fluidly. Caution: Overloading the forging process may produce anomalies or fractures."
Kael's mind leapt. So if I cycle my synergy with quenching in water at precise intervals… I might create even stronger ward plates.
He tested it with a small scrap of metal, carefully introducing Fire synergy, then dunking it in water. The result hissed steam, forming swirling lines across the metal's surface. He glimpsed a faint runic pattern. But the exertion wore him down—these advanced forging steps required precise synergy control. I can't push too fast or I'll risk Dissonance.
Still, the thought of forging more potent defensive items for the orchard spurred him on, even if it meant sneaking more sessions at night.
Suspicious Shadows
Toward evening, Kael carried a basket of nails along the orchard's western fence, checking for any breaches. The sun dipped low, painting the orchard in a golden hue. Over by the old apple grove, Rowan patrolled, spear in hand. Other orchard hands had begun carrying simple weapons as well—pitchforks or hunting bows. The mood was on edge.
Kael paused near a large oak tree that stood at the orchard's boundary. Something about the shadows there put him on alert. The orchard was quiet, except for distant talk and clatter from the barn. Kael's gaze swept the area. Just my imagination?
He took a careful step forward. A twig snapped underfoot. Suddenly, a silhouette darted behind the oak. Kael's heart lunged into his throat. That was not an animal… it moved like a person.
He whispered a quick mental incantation, letting a faint Air synergy swirl around his ears. The orchard's ambient noise sharpened into subtle clarity. A stifled curse drifted from behind the oak trunk. There's definitely someone there…
He considered calling out to Rowan or another orchard worker. But curiosity—and caution—prompted him to approach quietly. If it's a bandit scout, I need to see what they're doing.
Using the old forging hammer with runic lines, he carefully tapped a synergy spark—enough to ready a minor Earthen Snare if needed. Then, hugging the tree's broad trunk, Kael peeked around the edge.
Confrontation Under the Oak
A figure in tattered black leathers crouched near the orchard fence, fiddling with one of Kael's ward plates. A short sword lay on the grass beside them. They wore a half-mask, concealing much of their face. Kael's pulse pounded. A bandit, no doubt.
The figure cursed again, pressing a small device—some crude magitech contraption—against the plate. It emitted a spark that fizzled. The ward plate glowed in response, repelling the sabotage attempt. The bandit hissed, frustrated.
Kael swallowed. They're trying to break or disable the wards. If the bandits compromised the orchard's defenses, future awakened beasts could slip in unnoticed. I can't let that happen.
His mind raced with the potential repercussions of direct confrontation. But letting the bandit quietly sabotage wards was unthinkable. Kael carefully molded Earthen Snare in his mind, ready to trap the bandit's legs in a single surge.
He exhaled softly, focusing. One…two… He stepped out from behind the trunk. "Stop!" he yelled in his best commanding tone, even though he was just a child in appearance.
The bandit jerked upright, alarmed to see a small boy. But Kael wasted no time. He flicked synergy into the ground beneath the bandit. The earth softened, tendrils of dirt snaring around ankles. The bandit yelped.
For a heartbeat, Kael thought he had them pinned. But the bandit twisted with surprising agility, prying a dagger from a boot and hurling it. Kael's eyes widened. He dove aside; the dagger grazed his tunic sleeve, slicing a shallow line on his arm. A stinging pain flared.
Clutching his arm, Kael bit back a hiss. Focus. Don't lose control.
The bandit tore at the earthen trap with savage strength, almost dislodging it. Kael raised his hammer, channeling a pulse of Fire synergy. A bright flash lanced out, scorching the earth near the bandit's feet, forcing them to cry out and recoil.
Still, the bandit refused to yield, panting heavily. "Who—? You're just a whelp…" They glared, eyes searching for an opening.
Kael's heart hammered. He had to end this quickly, but he couldn't reveal too many advanced spells. Make it look like a ward malfunction again?
The Bandit's Retreat
Before Kael could muster the next synergy spark, the bandit yanked free from the partially crumbling snare. Cursing, they scrambled to their feet, snatching up their short sword.
Kael stepped back, brandishing his runic hammer. If it came to a direct melee, he was far weaker physically. The bandit flicked a glance at Kael's glowing hammer runes and the wards around them. The orchard was still quiet—no orchard worker had spotted them yet, but the bandit must have realized time was short.
In a burst of motion, the bandit lunged forward, swiping the sword at Kael's midsection. Kael reflexively pivoted, raising the hammer to block. The hammer's synergy flared in contact with the sword's metal, causing a brief flash that rattled them both.
Snarling, the bandit kicked out, striking Kael's shin. He stumbled, biting down a pained gasp. The bandit used the opening to dash away, vaulting over a low portion of the fence. Kael scrambled upright, chest heaving. He considered a quick volley of Fire synergy, but the bandit already vanished into the trees beyond.
Aftermath & Worries
A few orchard workers, including Rowan, finally arrived, alarmed by the sounds of struggle. They found Kael leaning against the oak, breath ragged, a gash on his forearm bleeding lightly.
Rowan's eyes flashed with concern. "Kael! Are you hurt badly?"
"N-not too bad," Kael managed, wincing. "Someone was tampering with the ward plate." He gestured at the ground. "They got away."
Rowan knelt, applying pressure to Kael's arm with a cloth. "You confronted a bandit alone?"
Kael feigned a shaky nod. "I just… saw them messing with the fence. I shouted for help, but they panicked." He didn't mention the synergy-laced fight.
Rowan frowned, scanning the ground. "Tracks heading south. They must've fled quickly."
Baret and Torik soon arrived, dismay etched on their faces as they saw Kael's injury and the disturbed fence line. Rowan relayed the short version: the saboteur tried to break the orchard's wards, Kael stumbled on them, they fought, and the bandit fled.
Joren arrived shortly after, expression stricken. "Kael!" He rushed forward, gently gripping his son's shoulders. "You're cut… by the Eternal Flame, are you sure you're all right?"
Kael mustered a reassuring smile. "Just a scratch, Father." Inside, his nerves still simmered. This is worse than we imagined—bandits aren't just sending beasts, they're sabotaging orchard defenses.
Tending Wounds & Morale
The orchard men carried Kael back to the barn, where they cleaned and bandaged his arm. A hush settled over everyone, overshadowed by the realization that direct human hostility had arrived at Brightwood.
"First awakened beasts, now an actual saboteur," one orchard hand muttered. "Feels like we're next on a bandit list."
Torik shook his head. "We can't stand for it. We need more watchers."
Rowan cleared his throat. "I'll arrange a nightly patrol schedule. We can't let them cripple the orchard's wards. If they come again, we'll be ready."
Joren nodded, though worry pressed lines across his brow. "Kael, from now on, let the adults handle trouble. You've done enough risking your life."
Kael lowered his gaze to hide the swirl of conflicting emotions. If I do nothing, these wards might be dismantled or the orchard threatened. But if I keep intervening, Father and Rowan will suspect too much.
Still, he mustered a polite, "Yes, Father," knowing that in reality, he had no intention of standing idly by if the orchard faced danger.
Gilded Hints in the Manual
Late that night, Kael lay awake, the bandage on his arm stinging if he moved too suddenly. A storm of thoughts battered him: the saboteur's cunning, the orchard's vulnerability, the forging manual's half-burnt secrets.
Finally, he sat up, lighting a small lantern. The battered manual lay near his bedroll. He flipped pages until he found a note scrawled in shaky script:"Gilded infusion: a technique weaving minor gold traces with synergy forging to create stronger, more stable wards."
Kael tapped the page thoughtfully. If I can get my hands on even small bits of gold—scrap or dust—I might infuse it into the ward plates, making them harder to tamper with.
The orchard likely had minimal gold in its possession, but maybe he could scrounge a few bits from leftover trinkets or the merchant's scraps. This might fortify the orchard's perimeter against sabotage.
A jolt of excitement and dread coursed through him. It's worth a try. The orchard needs better defenses. And it would also be an opportunity to refine forging synergy, guided by the manual's archaic wisdom.
Quiet Resolve in the Lantern's Glow
He read deep into the night, losing himself in diagrams that promised stronger synergy forging—and greater risks. The text spoke of "unforeseen resonances" if synergy was mismatched. I have to be careful, or I might cause a reaction that alerts everyone to my true capabilities.
Yet the orchard's safety outweighed his fear of discovery. If these bandits keep sending beasts or saboteurs, we need advanced wards.
Exhaustion tugged at his eyelids, but he refused to sleep. Instead, he carefully sketched a plan in his mind:
Acquire small amounts of gold—maybe from the traveling merchant or leftover scraps.Forge new plates using Fire synergy and Earth synergy layering, plus the gold infusion.Install them discreetly, claiming minor forging improvements gleaned from the battered manual.
If done well, the orchard's wards would become robust enough to deter sabotage. If done poorly… well, the orchard might ask too many questions. Kael inhaled, setting the manual aside. I'll approach it step by step.
In the flickering lantern glow, he pressed a hand to his bandaged arm, recalling the saboteur's blade. That memory tightened his resolve. The orchard was his home. He would not let these bandits tear it apart, or put his family in danger.
A Dawn of Determination
Morning broke with a subdued sense of urgency. Patrols were set, orchard men took turns scanning the perimeter. Kael's bandaged arm drew sympathetic looks, but he quietly insisted he could still work.
Rowan beckoned him aside while father and others organized tasks. The older orchard hand studied Kael with a solemn gaze. "You're a brave lad, stepping up against that saboteur. But do you realize how risky that was?"
Kael nodded, a trace of guilt tinging his voice. "I couldn't let them break the wards."
Rowan exhaled. "I appreciate that. Just… be cautious. If there's more than one bandit next time, you'll be outmatched." He paused, as if choosing his words carefully. "We all sense you have some… special forging knack. I won't pry. But the orchard needs you alive, not a martyr."
A mixture of relief and gratitude filled Kael's chest. Rowan was giving him tacit support—and a warning. "I understand. I'll be careful."
With that subtle acceptance, Kael resumed his forging duties, mind buzzing with the forging manual's insight. He had everything to gain by forging stronger wards—and everything to lose if these bandits advanced before he could finish them.
The Path Forward
The orchard's routine carried on, overshadowed by vigilance at the fences. Rumors circulated about bandit sightings further down the road, fueling speculation about an imminent attack. Yet no further intrusion came that day, allowing Kael a sliver of respite to plan his gold-infused forging.
That night, as orchard men gathered in the barn for a shared meal, the conversation roamed from talk of bandits to speculation about how Kael's "ward plates" might be improved. Father praised Kael's forging skill, though he insisted the boy keep a lower profile if danger arose again.
Kael nodded along politely, concealing the swirl of determination within. I'll do exactly what the orchard needs me to do—quietly.
He retired early, gathering scraps of ideas: how to pitch the need for a bit of gold, how to intensify synergy forging without drawing suspicion. Tomorrow, he'd speak to the traveling merchant, if they came. If not, he'd rummage the orchard for leftover trinkets or coins.
Resolute in the Lantern's Light
In the hush of his loft, Kael coaxed the forge's embers one last time that evening—alone, after the orchard folk turned in. He hammered a sample metal disk, carefully testing a small trick he gleaned from the manual: a double quench, cycling Fire synergy. The metal thrummed, lines of faint runic script forming across its face.
He smiled wearily, arms trembling from effort. This might be the step before infusing gold. If he perfected the method, the orchard wards could be truly formidable.
Wrapping the disk in cloth, Kael banked the forge for the night. He gazed into the dying embers. Tomorrow, I'll gather gold. Then, I'll forge the orchard's shield stronger than any bandit's meddling.
His bandaged arm ached dully, a reminder of the saboteur's blade. Let them come again—he would be ready, forging new wards in secret, cunningly shaping synergy at each forging strike. Even if it meant further strain on his hidden core. Even if it risked the orchard's curiosity.
Because beneath the boyish frame and quiet forging routine, a reincarnated magus burned with unwavering resolve. The orchard was his home, and he would protect it from any threat—beast, bandit, or demon—until the day came to step into Astraeus Academy.
Status Window
Name: Kael Ashborne
Age: 6 (Nearing 7)
Talent: SSS (Hidden)
Core Grade: Red (Awakened in secret)
Level: 10
EXP: 160 / 1600(Subdued an Awakened Dog: +70 EXP; total accumulative from last chapter's 90 EXP.)
Attributes
Strength: 18
Agility: 6
Constitution: 19(+1 from sustained forging session)
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)