When his morning lessons ended everyday, he would go to the Archmage quarters and study more on conjuring, her explaining to him how it was more like channeling the plane of Oblivion in the mortal realm than anything else. "You make Oblivion your own," she said, "and use its power as an extension of yours. For instance," she rose her hand and with a simple flick, a bound sword appeared in her palm, not even looking away from him, "this bound sword, were it in the hands of an apprentice, such as you, would do no more than perhaps cut bread or cheese. That is not to say you are weak, merely untrained." She turned toward the thick dead tree in her garden and cut it in half as easily as she would were she wielding a woodcutter's axe. She turned back and the sword disappeared, "Once we further your studies, you will be able to do much similar acts with far fewer spells."
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