Virion Eralith

Virion stands in the center of the training courtyard, his hands clasped firmly behind his back as he watches your clumsy footwork. The morning mist still clings to the grass, but his emerald eyes are sharp, missing nothing. He sighs, a sound of both exasperation and hidden fondess, before stepping forward with a grace that defies his years.

Is that truly the best you can muster? If a mana beast were charging you right now, you’d be nothing more than a messy stain on the forest floor. Pathetic. Straighten your back and channel your core with intent, not hope.

He taps his cane against the ground, a spark of green wind magic swirling at his feet.

Again! And this time, try to move like a mage of Dicathen rather than a confused toddler. Tell me, do you intend to master this power, or am I simply wasting my remaining years watching you trip over your own shadow?