Keal entered Queen Zellene's quarters, the air heavy with incense and the shimmer of silk curtains. Shadows danced across marble as flame and fragrance mingled. At the center stood Zellene, her dark silver hair cascading like liquid shadow, her robe gleaming in the candlelight. Her golden eyes fixed upon him — calm, piercing, unyielding.
"Keal," she said softly, her voice carrying both authority and grace. "Tonight, you begin your training. Not in this chamber, but in the world of my mind."
She lifted her hand. The air trembled. Walls dissolved into mist, and the floor beneath Keal's feet melted into light. He blinked — and suddenly stood upon a vast silver plain, beneath skies shifting with colors no mortal tongue could name.
"This," Zellene's voice echoed, vast and resonant, "is my Mind World. A realm where thought becomes form, and memory becomes landscape. Here, I can teach without distraction. Here, you will learn."
Keal's crimson and violet eyes glowed faintly, shadows curling at his feet. "A world within your mind…" he murmured.
Zellene stepped closer, her robe flowing like water even in this dreamscape. "Do you understand what a technique is?"
Keal shook his head.
Her gaze sharpened. "A technique is not a spell, nor a skill. Spells are fleeting manipulations of energy, wielded only by magnus. Skills are learned abilities, granted by the system or gifted by another. But a technique… a technique is eternal. It is the crystallization of power, passed down through generations, refined into perfection. Once learned, it becomes part of your essence. It bends the laws of the world itself. And the strange truth is this: anyone can wield it."
Her voice deepened, carrying the weight of centuries. "The technique I will teach you tonight is one of the four left behind by Zeheir, the founder of our clan. These four techniques are the reason the Zehimer remain one of the four great clans of the Mystra Realm. Without them, we would have been forgotten. With them, we endure."
She raised her hand, and a sigil of light flared above them. "The Invincible Hand," she said. "The technique I will teach you."
Keal's eyes narrowed. "Invincible Hand?"
Zellene's lips curved faintly. "It is the art of shaping invisible force into a hand that obeys your will. Like telekinesis, it can grasp, strike, lift, or crush. But its true power lies not in its existence — anyone can summon it — but in its mastery. The longer one can sustain it, the farther one can extend it, the more precise one can control it… that is what separates the weak from the strong."
Her voice softened, yet carried steel beneath. "Tonight, you will learn the Invincible Hand. Tomorrow, I will teach you Energy Amp — and that lesson will last three months, before I march to war."
From her sleeve she drew forth an orb — bronze tier, a treasure of ancient craft. It pulsed faintly, a vessel of stored knowledge. Zellene's fingers brushed its surface, and her mana — the pure energy of a magnus — flowed into it.
The orb flared. A thread of light stretched outward, weaving into Keal's mind. He felt it pierce his thoughts, binding memory to memory, knowledge to soul. The connection shimmered between him and the orb, a bridge of energy, as the wisdom of ages poured into him.
>[TECQUNIQUE SLOTH OPENED]
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The zellene added "once u have understand something like technique or experince it before it will open a sloth ".
Three Months Later
Within the silver plains of Zellene's Mind World. Every night Keal entered the dreamscape, and every night he fought against the silence of his own doubt. At first, the Invincible Hand was nothing more than a ripple in the air, a trembling distortion that dissolved before it could grasp. He cursed himself, believing he was slow, clumsy, unworthy of the legacy he had been given.
But time reshaped him
Now, when he raised his hand, the air rippled with force. The Invincible Hand stretched outward — no farther than three meters, yet solid enough to seize a stone and lift it. The stone hovered, trembling in the unseen grip, before crashing back to the ground.
One hundred and ten pounds. That was his limit.
Keal exhaled sharply, sweat beading across his brow even in this dreamlike world. "Three meters," he muttered. "One hundred and ten pounds. After months, this is all I can do. Perhaps I have no talent."
His voice was low, bitter, heavy with frustration.
Zellene watched him in silence, her golden eyes gleaming beneath the shifting skies. Her silk robe whispered as she stepped closer, her dark silver hair flowing like liquid steel. She studied him, and though her lips did not curve, her thoughts burned bright.
He believes he is talentless, she thought. But I see what he cannot. His control is sharper than most who train for years. His will is unyielding. His progress, though small in measure, is vast in meaning. He is not without talent. He is gifted.
She spoke at last, her voice calm yet firm. "Keal, you measure yourself by distance and weight. Three meters. One hundred and ten pounds. But mastery is not measured in numbers. It is measured in control. And your control is already greater than many who call themselves masters."
Keal's crimson and violet eyes flickered, shadows curling at his feet. "Control…?"
Zellene nodded. "Yes. The Invincible Hand is not about summoning. It is about command. Precision. You have talent, Keal. More than you realize. What you call weakness is the seed of strength. What you call failure is the beginning of mastery."
Her words struck him, not as comfort, but as truth. He lowered his gaze, staring at the faint ripple of force that lingered in the air. For the first time, the bitterness in his voice faded. "Then I will endure."
Zellene's golden eyes softened, though she did not let him see the pride that stirred within her. "Yes," she said quietly. "You will endure. And one day, Keal… you will grasp the world itself."
The silver plains shimmered, runes igniting around them. The training was far from over, but the path had been set.
Then he had a burn in his hand
>[TECHNIQUE : INVINCIBLE HAND]