Book One – Chapter 11

Yves had witnessed this with his own eyes when he had a mere quarter of eights. Back then, lacking the experience and knowledge to fully comprehend the exceptional and incomparable abilities of this wizard, he had been unable to grasp the true extent of Vahl’s powers. But today, he was stunned by the mental and physical strain such linking of multiple forms must entail. It was absurd. As Yves came to know Vahl, it became clear that his character mirrored this insanity. He was a wizard who dared to transcend the natural boundaries of what should be logical, possible, and allowed.

Yves could think of no mentor more suitable than Vahl. Yves was a Lightshifter through and through, but in the Mirror Dimension, he had transformed in a way only a Worldbender could. It was highly likely that Vahl was the only Worldbender master who would not immediately dismiss Yves’ request as pure audacity — the sheer impudence and impertinence of an expellent daring to draw such a comparison; the outrageous arrogance of a mere fledgling Lightshifter, who was still a century away from sprouting his first wizardly whisker, daring to ask a master or even a luminary for instruction, for insights into a spectrum that was not even his own. It was an offense akin to initiating a Duel of Honour that would most likely end with Yves dead in seconds.

And that was all before he could even let those esteemed Worldbender masters know that he, as the ridiculously beardless expellent Lightshifter he was, had moved waves. That he could not only change his form but also impact the Material Dimension like a Worldbender elementer.

“So it’s a YES for Vahl,” summarised Mushroombird.

“Well done,” said Twig.