Chapter 18

It has been a month since Alon returned from the Blue Tower.

“Hoo-”

Having acquired the Insignia of the Impure, Alon could now use magic three times a day, and by carefully managing his mana, he could even use it up to four times. Today, he realized one of the new rules about phrases.

‘Even if the same phrase doesn’t overlap, using a similar phrase can produce an effect similar to overlapping.’

However, he hadn’t yet fully figured out that to overlap phrases, certain specific phrases had to precede each spell.

‘It seems to have something to do with arrangement.’

Alon pondered briefly.

“Your magic is getting stronger the more I look at it, my lord.”

But before Alon could fully address his thoughts, he was interrupted by Evan’s voice, snapping him out of his reverie.

“Is that so?”

“It’s not just ‘is that so,’ look over there.”

Following Evan’s words, Alon turned his gaze, and there, in the middle of the training ground, was a deep, wide depression in the ground.

“A second-tier spell shouldn’t be this powerful, right? Well, you’ve always used spells that don’t seem like second-tier spells, but there’s a noticeable difference between now and a few months ago.”

Alon glanced at the sunken ground.

‘Indeed, for some reason, I’ve felt that my magic has been growing stronger.’

The spell Alon had been experimenting with was “Gravity,” a second-tier gravity-based spell. However, even gravity magic at the second-tier level shouldn’t be powerful enough to crush a person or carve out the ground like that, even if the power is focused.

In other words, it was impossible for “Gravity” to create such a depression in the ground.

‘It’s not just an increase in proficiency... ‘

Of course, Alon had been diligently refining his magical abilities, and his mastery had been improving rapidly, but proficiency only improved accuracy and the ability to perform the spell, not the raw power of it.

‘The increase in power from the phrases ... well, that does exist, but it’s not that either.’

For the past four months, Alon had been consistently using similar phrases in his spells, and for the last two weeks, he’d been using almost identical phrases in rotation.

Alon had a reference to compare with, and when he did, he could tell his magic had been steadily growing stronger.

It was subtle, but like a graph showing a gradual upward trend, his magic was improving little by little.

‘It can’t just be that I’ve become more familiar with the phrases and that’s made them stronger, right?’

One of the conclusions Alon had reached after years of studying phrases was that they were closer to incantations than spells themselves.