Nero's hands slowly released their grip on the armrests.
"That was…" he began, but couldn't quite find the words.
"Impressive?" Bishop supplied, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Terrifying? Both?"
"Both," Nero admitted.
He had seen the horrors in the wild. The magic of corruption itself. But this was something different.
There was something... magical about what he had just witnessed.
And that filled him with wonder.
Bishop settled back into his chair across from Nero. He seemed to read Nero's expression as he spoke,
"When you invoke a name, the aspect that manifests depends on your understanding of what is called upon and your intent in calling it. Fire is not simply destruction. Fire is transformation. It is light. It is warmth. It is purification. It is energy. It is living."
