"Perhaps we should take a break, before you blow up the entire wall." I nodded, exhausted and leaning on my staff, before taking a seat against a wall. I had been practicing Thunderstrike, one of the most simple Stormcaller abilities, since the morning. As Sam had quoted when we started, "It is better to master a single kick than to know of a thousand." So I practiced. I had gotten to the point where I could hit a target half a meter across accurately from 50 to 60 meters away. That alone had impressed Sam a great deal. Then I started to do it less than four seconds, then three, and so on, until I could fire a bolt off quicker than I could aim. So far, I had gone through hundreds of targets, both of our Ghosts struggling to make targets quick enough for me to destroy, forced to use the dust of old targets to make new ones. As I sat and caught my breath, I looked around at my handiwork. "At this rate, I'm not sure you'll even need a gun. Any idea how you're doing this, though?" Sam said, interrupting my reprieve. "I have a theory, yes." I leaned back and looked at him. "Two points: one, that ether is an artificial substitute for the Light the Eliksni once wielded; two, that ether is effectively our lifeblood, keeping us alive and strong. From this, a question emerges: what would happen if an Eliksni were given Light again?" Sam's eyes widened at the implications. "That... is an absurd amount of potential, if it's true." I nodded to that. "Aye, it is. And considering we can likely use my performance as a baseline for a starting point." "Damn. Remind me to never piss you off." I chuckled at that, waving the fear off. Then, with a grunt, I stood back up. "Hold it. I think that's plenty of training for today." He spoke with a mild amount of concern in his voice. "Come on, Sam, I'm just getting started." I said with humor. He shook his head away that, chuckling. "You are one crazy sonuvabitch, you know that?" He sobered. "Seriously, though, you need some rest. Besides, being a Warlock isn't just about blowing shit up with you mind. It's about being smart enough to know what to blow up, where, and when. Besides, I think you'll like what I've got to show you back at the archives." I raised a brow at that. "Is that so? Well, then, I'll trust you to lead the way."