[ The Night Sky ]

Mori was opening his hand and closing it again.

"I get a feeling for it, now," he said to himself.

Magic was complicated, yet habits did a lot for him.

Using magic in this realm, compared to the other one felt... almost random.

It felt messy and rugged. 

It wasn't pretty, clean and smooth, it was a hot mess that he'd be lucky resembled something he knew.

The spells he used most were almost natural to cast, like the chains.

Those chains had been used and re-used day in, day out. He could easily grab that feeling whenever he felt like it, and pull on it.

Yet, despite how easy it was, it remained chaotic.

They didn't come from where he exactly wanted them, their speed was wrong, their potency was wrong, their shape was wrong...

Some of those chain links were messed up, in a different form than they should've been.

He could cast spells, and they were strong, yet they weren't perfect like they used to.