Another fireball came into being from Val's hand, and Adrien spun again. Breathing in rhythm as he moved, something washed him over as the arc appeared in front of his feet; he could not grasp on it fully, but he could tell it was there - within his arms and his throat, a strange weight that seemed to blink into existence as he spun, to disappear shortly after.

"There's something", Adrien muttered. "I'm not sure how to explain, but there's definitely something...".

"Could you feel it flow?".

Adrien shook his head. "Not really, no".

"Then we will try again".

"...How long do you think this will take...?", Adrien said, his voice low.

"I cannot say", Val said. "This is a journey that is unique to each sorcerer. I can advise and guide you, but I cannot help you any further than that. I'm sorry".

"No, it's okay. I get it", Adrien said. "I'm just getting a bit antsy, as usual", he then chuckled, playing with the tuft of his ponytail. "Let's continue".