Continued from here ...
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There was no need to dive into
Clara for Erenthril's perpetual access to the Astral Plane allowed him to mold the initiate-level spell within a matter of ... almost a second? Before he could confirm that he was indeed
not home and that it was
very cold, a flash of intense flames suddenly consumed his form. Not enough to incinerate the newly
Promoted Archmagus, but more than enough to keep him warm and glowing.
Stranger still, though, the ice around him refused to melt. With his dual-vision, Eren realized why. There was a source, far from him, but within the structure of the room's exertior, that kept the ice everlasting -- in mundane terms. Under the context of Arcana, of course, the weaves that formed just never ceased to dissipate back to their Plane.
And it was that moment that Eren realized just how
much he could sense, almost taste, the Arcana around him. The room, everything he could see, touch, and smell, was made from Elemental Magic. He was inside a perpetual spell.