After the long conversation about the gods, the world, the atmosphere between us gradually lightened. Although my mind was still wrestling with all the new information, I didn't forget the main reason I came to this place.
I took a deep breath and stood up from the wooden chair that had grown warm from sitting too long. "Then let's return to my original intention. I didn't come here just to chat… I came to train in magic."
The lich gave a thin smile or at least, that's the expression I could interpret from his stiff skeletal face. He stood up and waved his hand, making an old wooden table slide away, opening an empty space in the center of the room.
"Good. Let's start from the basics," he said, his tone turning serious. "Even though your mana is vast, your control of it… is a mess."
I frowned. "A mess?"
"Yes. Like pouring water into a cup using a bucket. Sloppy, inefficient, and wasteful."
