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[03:09] "Someone we have to protect." He nodded.

He thought about his family back home, and how his father trained him in the ways of the sword. His mother who had always taken care of him and his father.

But they were safe at home. So maybe it wasn't a 'must'.

Garljing's Coat in its entirety. As a Fireblooded, it was his duty to serve and protect. Which was why he was training here at the Academy in the first place -- to give back to his community.

But the logic applies just the same in his newly placed House Leonaus. The people there. He had to protect them. It was...What was it again?

It was common sense.

"Alright. I've got an idea of what I want.

That's not a bad idea. Concepts are truly important things."

He nodded, ready to try. And once Caster found his place to train, he gave an affirming look at Elise.

"My pride as a drakanite. I may not have my wings, but I still have my sword.

I swear by my House, I will do them right."

Fishing the sigil out of his pocket, Caster spoke those words almost to it. He then curled his fingers around it and pressed it against his chest.

This is what I must protect. I won't choose. The students here...I swear to you, Garljing.

Calling upon the forces of his heart, Caster's eyes suddenly shot up and he hovered a hand over the egg. The warmth of the Arcane -- or at least that's what he thought it was -- coursed through his fingertips, to the very pores of his mana circuits, directed solely at the egg.

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It felt...Unusuall draining. He's never casted magic like this before. And it was almost debilitating to call upon mana in an unfamiliar technique. But still he pressed on.

I have the capacity to protect everyone. I have the strength to grap my dreams -- My dreams of golden wings...!

"Here it coooooomes!

Rampart!"

The mana turned from thin, near-transparent gossamers into a pure, concentrated beam of light -- almost like a flashlight being shone on the egg. The energies encompassed it and for a brief moment, shone with a certain intensity that gave Caster pause.

Taking deep breaths, beads of sweat materialized over his brow. Gingerly taking the egg into his hands, he looks over it for a moment before cautioning a drop.

A drop. A fall.

He held his breath as he could feel the length of time it takes for the egg to impact the ground grow longer. But once the resonate 'thwak' reached his ears, he softly gasped.

It bounced. And he caught it instinctively.

The light that had surrounded the egg disappeared, and Caster carefully looked it over. Hairline fractures dotted the surface, but none so that the membrane inside tore.

A sense of success filled him.

"This...This is it...!"


(Caster)