Race to Jarkarr

Nathis heart tightened at that simple gesture that held unfathomable power and complexity. Even after all the time she spent with him, his unreasonable power still made her heart seize. A single thread of his clothes were literally priceless, and yet he had woven so much powerful energy as if they were nothing.

What sort of monster at the second circle could create Spirits at the third circle with no effort? What sort of unknown depth does he have that it seemed nothing was impossible for him to accomplish. In some ways what he was doing was harder than a mortal lifting a mountain, but it did not stop him from making such a ridiculous accomplishment appear effortless.