It was the third day and Oscar actually felt tolerably more human than he had before. Admittedly, that was likely because he hadn’t immediately plopped into bed the previous night and had instead given himself time to be a bit active. As such cramps and aches were minimal as he stood and stretched before his table. Admittedly, those that were still there hurt like nothing else. He had arrived at perhaps the more delicate of the steps, as well as the most taxing. Actually refining the Conduit into something that wouldn’t immediately shatter upon use.
The young man took up the necklace of Imedyte and groaned as he sat down at his table, his legs burning at the thought of sitting down again. He grunted as he sat down and held the Imedyte in his hands, turning the necklace over in his hands. These steps weren’t long per say, just extremely delicate. Being that he was working with something different from Ezymite, Oscar intended to take his time during the purification of the Imedyte. He needed to take his time with this one.
As with most of these type sessions he closed his eyes and focused upon cycling his breathing. In through his nose, out through the mouth. An island. He needed an island. A mental solitude where he could focus on just one thing. The task at hand. Each breath sent cool waves of ice water over his mind, slowly washing away some of the clutter. There was none of the inner peace nonsense his Uncle went on about, however there was a slow calm that settled over him for a moment.
A moment that was interrupted by a wince, his cramps making themselves quite known. Focusing through this discomfort was difficult but he pushed himself through. Oscar reached within himself a reached for the very center of what he was. That which had been passed down to him by his Uncle, which had been passed down by his master before him and on and on. It was the Sight which made a sorcerer a sorcerer. The ability to peel back the surface of the world and look beneath at something else. Something… beautiful.
It flowed into his senses as he opened his eyes, seeming to overlap with his senses. His gaze almost looked sharper, like he was looking through the Imedyte in his hands. He could feel more; feel the magic pulsing beneath his fingers as the digits brushed over the Wells. The raw mana within was untamed, wild like a beast. The Imedyte shone like a miniature multi-colored sun in his hands, the swirl and vista of color was breathtaking. There were so many more twists and turns within the corridors of the Imedyte than Ezymite.
The Sight let him see better, understand better. This was where the true learning experience would be, mapping out what made Imedyte tick. Searching its depths and how to relieve the pressure built up within it. The young man kept his focus upon the Well in his hands entirely, his magically enhanced Sight occasionally flickering due to its relative weakness. Oscar’s Sight was hardly the finest; however as an Ensorceller he had better insight into the nature of Wells than another mage that just used them.
Mapping out the corridors and passages within the Imedyte was tricky; the hard part however was recognizing the red swirls within the multicolor vista. His trained eyes searched for the cracks in the overall design, finding that the greater power did much to obscure them and make them harder to spot. Oscar’s eyes narrowed, his jaw clenching as he concentrated on squeezing as much as he could out of his Sight.
There it was, tucked between two different pockets of mana. Difficult to spot, especially with Sight as weak as Oscar’s but not unnoticeable. The young man tapped at the Well with his finger, injecting some of his own mana into the Well to facilitate the ejection of the volatile mana pocket. A sound akin to steam escaping from a crevice in the earth was heard in his ears, his skin almost registering heat from the mana being ejected from within the well back into the air. It wafted there for a moment before joining the ambient mana around him.
Oscar’s turned the necklace over in his hands, narrowing his eyes further as he looked for the imperfections. They were hidden under the surface, not at all obvious to the naked eye. It was akin to trying to spot small fish swimming under the surface of a running river. At least that was what it felt like. Every time it felt like he saw one, the whole thing seemed to shift to obscure it and he lost it. A frustrating affair and an exercise in futility. As well as rather uncomfortable amounts of eye strain.
Through the winding passages of the Imedyte Oscar located a pocket of volatile mana and quickly injected his own to eject it before he lost sight of it again. For a moment his Sight flickered and he feared he’d lost it. However soon enough the sound of steam being released sounded in his ears and the pocket of raw mana escaped out of the Imedyte, sealing the potential leak in the Conduit. It was going well so far, however he had to be absolutely sure he got everything. As well as understood as much from this Well as he could. This was the learning experience.