Elias Ashburn POV:

"Yeah. This is what I wake up for." A hushed mutter escaped my mouth, as I stood atop the canopy of trees looking up at the rising sun. The same apricot shaded light scattered across the sky, burning away the existence of the meaningless stars that get shunned out by a light much brighter than theirs. It was a poetic scene, one that I mostly overlooked on the front lines, battling through the nights, paying attention to only the enemy within my immediate sight making sure their death is brought about swiftly.

The breeze strayed round my figure, bustling the branches causing them to shake and enticing my skin to the warmth of the approaching summer time. The lush verdant leaves splattered past my face, tangling between my growing hair which had now reached to the base of my neck, causing me to drag my fingers gently through it.

"Time to get back to work now, I suppose." I reminded myself and took an elegant way down the colossal tree, diving down letting myself fall, intertwining my senses with the comforting ambient mana infused in every bit of the living world. A calm snicker appeared on my face, with my eyes closed, as I swung my legs round with the assistance of the mana constantly surging out of me at a controlled rate and intensity. It's scarlet aura slowly adopted the essence of the wind appearing in the same verdant colour as the hue adopted by the nature around it and propelling me forwards, altering my trajectory when the time called for it.

In combination to the wind magic, I implemented gravity magic, spawning a mana field around me to manipulate gravity to my customs and in turn, creating flying magic. The direction is handled by the force of wind mana that circles me in a slipstream of sort and the gravity magic allows me to stay air born. Currently there was a limit to how high I could fly, roughly being around thirty feet tall.

Over the six or seven months that had progressed, I evolved along with the progressing land that gradually bloomed to its flourishing colours that coexisted in harmony, oozing a sense of innocence and amiability. My mana control had far exceeded what it had been and all mana changes have been acquired. Consistently, throughout this time, I had persisted diligently, spurring the mana in my crux, increasing the mana in circulation to the point I have an oppressing dominance in my household. Though my mother just laughs it off pleasantly whilst Aldir stumbles about constantly being brought to his feet.

It was strange how my mother was unaffected. The more attention I paid to her, she seemed to give of only the faintest of mana signatures, like she had been corrupted by something. She seems still healthy for the time being, but I'm intrigued by her state.

Anyway, today would be the first day I would allow myself to progress into unknown territory. This is something I hadn't even achieved, nor even attempted, in my past life meaning it would be one of the only things I would be able to actually learn.

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My excitement peaked, my scarlet eyes gazing intensely at the land ahead of me. The dust clouds picked up after each step I took on the hardened soil and the surroundings near me warped in the sense of my leaking mana and presence. The flowers at some point would flourish, but some way down the line my mana became so suffocating it no longer propelled their growth but instead turned everything to ash within a rough space of 7 feet in each direction for me. Of course not entire trees, but even they were heavily affected, fissures emerging on the moulding bark that aged in the few seconds it was in the direct range. Rocks crumbled into even more insignificant stone details scattered through the ground and streams of water began spitting water out, crashing in small waves against each over.

What I would be attempting today would be, "Magical casting lesson one: How to be a successful mage, begins!" I shouted triumphantly.

I had already devised a plan of action in terms of how I would approach this. I am a very methodical individual. Planning is a big thing about me. My original thought was to go of what I know and then develop my knowledge through magic texts. I had no idea where I would get them from yet, but I had yet to finish stage one.

"Don't get ahead yourself." I reminded myself. " Mages use a combination of mana in their crux and the ambient mana present in their immediate surroundings. They take the constructs of the representation of the mana they attempt to utilise and aim to extract their destructive forces and potentials to exploit." I finished recapping myself off the vague memory residing in my head.

I poised myself into a perfectly still position in the grassy plane and I stumbled on and vexed my concentration to the internal flow of my crux. The violent swaying of the mana in my crux was natural at this point for me. Nothing about the maroon colour seemed unfamiliar to me. Yet its constant internal flux that manifested in absolute destruction, was a riveting experience no matter how many times I had entered.

"Slowly..." I chanted, directing the slight amount of mana into the palm of my hand and then switching perspectives from my crux's to the atmosphere's instead. The mana bound to me by the wilful shackles we were marked by, attracted and gathered in the singular point of my hand.

The winds intended signature had firmly imprinted itself into my hand and my eyes gave of a gentle parakeet incandescence that sparked an intense temperature that appeared to feel comforting to them. I decided to split the workload in a 20:80 ratio prioritizing the ambient mana present in the blowing wind rather than the one from my own supply. The surmounting pressure coalesced in the image slowly forming inside my head. A small whirling tornado twisted in my palm and as I tried to release it, yet the mana dispersed indefinitely upon the eventual execution.

A small knockback was dealt to my hand that had received a scratch. "I see. The concept is correct, but it seems I'm missing something. Perhaps the correct ratio balance, or maybe even an extra step I'm missing. I suppose I should have expected having to hit the books to learn about this. Not that I'm complaining though."