「Five days later.」
When Allen opened his eyes again, he was fully revitalized, his Magic Power overflowing.
In his Spiritual World, three slots on the honeycomb-like Permanent Rune Matrix were now filled.
The hand-shaped structure for Craftsman's Hand, the layered crystalline wall for Magic Shield, and the spiraling, tracking structure for Magic Missile were now deeply bound to his soul, becoming a part of his very instincts.
He had also learned the remaining ten Witchcraft spells, which now lay dormant in his "spell library" alongside the ten cantrips he had previously mastered, ready to be called upon at a moment's notice.
His theoretical knowledge was complete. Now, it was time for practice.
It was dusk at the flight training grounds.
Dozens of stone pillars of varying heights, wooden dummies for combat practice, and a few moving targets were scattered across the massive field.
