Crimson flames flickered above his right shoulder while water flowed weightlessly around his left.
However, none of the elements felt completely under his control.
They resisted.
It was subtle, almost imperceptible, but now that Zenith had opened his mind to the concept, Elion could feel something hidden within each one.
Fire strained to spread beyond the shape he had given it.
Water sought the easiest path through the air.
They were not conscious in the same way a living being was, but they possessed a kind of natural instinct.
A Will.
The World Eyes activated instinctively, their golden and abyssal colors returning as he looked upon the streams of mana surrounding him.
For the first time, he did not merely see their color, density, or movement.
He saw their intentions.
Fire was hunger.
Water was adaptation.
Each affinity resisted him in its own way, and every spell he had ever cast had unknowingly been an act of forcing those instincts to submit to his own intent.
