The Archmage felt Mana gather in the air through the tips of her fingers.
It was both keenly cold and strangely warm.
It gave her, at once, the omnipotent feeling that she could accomplish anything and the helpless feeling that she could accomplish nothing at all.
“O endlessly continuing line. In the beginning, there was earth.”
But the first duty of a mage was not to surrender to that overwhelming majesty.
She gathered the fragments that composed the world and drew a single line.
A line representing the earth.
“Because there is earth, there is sky.”
Next, a second line bent upward at sixty degrees and stopped after reaching exactly the same length as the first.
A line representing the sky.
“Because there is sky, there is rain, and there is sea.”
A final line continued at another sixty-degree angle until it at last touched the first.
A line representing the sea.
“Run between them and descend upon this place.”
And thus, this equilateral triangle made from three lines—earth, sky, and sea—was regarded within magic as the world itself.
At that starting point, the foundation and basis of all magic, the Archmage continued by drawing a circle through the triangle’s three vertices.
A circle representing humankind.
A circle representing interlinked relationships and the endlessly repeated cycles of life and death.
“Thunderbolt is the spear of God, thunder…