"Why do you say that?"
Ronan fell silent for a moment before asking.
"Because there are many impurities in your soul, forcing a breakthrough would most likely result in death... If you choose not to advance, you might actually live longer than the average person.."
"The impurities in my spiritual power..."
"I'm talking about inside the soul."
That brittle voice corrected him, "Which is commonly known as a Wizard's Talent, the soul's quality."
"Soul quality..."
As they talked, a beam of light was cast from a house with a blue roof.
The light condensed into the shape of a prismatic crystal in front of Ronan.
The crystal was beautiful, crystal clear, reflecting the colors of the winter sun.
"This is the soul with the best quality, without a hint of impurities, naturally affinitive to all elements, with meditation efficiency soaring by leaps and bounds..."