After completing my fourth spell, Mark, my training wasn’t over yet. I sent Mea up to get some rest and stayed alone in the training room—or rather, not entirely alone.

After all, I always had three companions by my side.

[This one’s shaping up well.]  
[You’re getting a feel for it, huh?]  
[Oathkeeper, if you add my illusions, it’ll be perfect.]

It was getting a bit noisier, but it brought back memories of the training center. Back then, too, I’d stay up late, sacrificing sleep to fire shot after shot of magic bullets.

Of course, the …