My work, the very reason that I live! I am relieved that you wisely thought to ask, guardsmen.
[ Unabashed and unashamed, he enters a state of thrilled reverie. Professor Rabnott was asked to speak, and speak he shall. ]
In order for any one of you to understand the nature of my study, we must start at the very beginning. The realization that I was being held back by the infernal laws and misconceptions of society was clear to me when I first stepped foot in the academy as a youth. My professors informed me that the source of our power is simply born from nature itself. What they failed to understand is that every sorcerer draws upon their inner spirit, using the soul itself as both fuel and instrument…
[ The speech continues, and after it becomes clear that Ozymandias is not willing to keep his answer to any reasonable length, the guard appears to be losing interest in what he’s saying, and is growing increasingly apprehensive of just what he has unleashed. His squint eventually peels away from Ozymandias, who speaks in detail about a magic that never quite coalesces to one sound conclusion, words flitting from cliche to another cliche, only held together by a boundless arrogance.
“That’s enough.” The guard snaps, lowering his voice to ask Akira in the similarly hushed tone from before — “Has he completely recovered from that incident yet?” ]
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[ Unabashed and unashamed, he enters a state of thrilled reverie. Professor Rabnott was asked to speak, and speak he shall. ]
In order for any one of you to understand the nature of my study, we must start at the very beginning. The realization that I was being held back by the infernal laws and misconceptions of society was clear to me when I first stepped foot in the academy as a youth. My professors informed me that the source of our power is simply born from nature itself. What they failed to understand is that every sorcerer draws upon their inner spirit, using the soul itself as both fuel and instrument…
[ The speech continues, and after it becomes clear that Ozymandias is not willing to keep his answer to any reasonable length, the guard appears to be losing interest in what he’s saying, and is growing increasingly apprehensive of just what he has unleashed. His squint eventually peels away from Ozymandias, who speaks in detail about a magic that never quite coalesces to one sound conclusion, words flitting from cliche to another cliche, only held together by a boundless arrogance.
“That’s enough.” The guard snaps, lowering his voice to ask Akira in the similarly hushed tone from before — “Has he completely recovered from that incident yet?” ]