The moment Isiah managed to escape that burning cave, he resumed wandering through the dark, winding corridors, adrenaline surging violently through his veins. In his mind, he had finally cracked the code to absolute control.
From the exact instant he deduced the direct relationship between raw, volatile emotion and his magical output, the entire system clicked into place. He realized how spellcasters were meant to channel power, or at least how he was destined to wield it.
It didn't bother him in the slightest that his path to magic was erratic, terrifying, and deeply unnatural compared to conventional mages. In fact, that reality filled him with a dark, twisted satisfaction.
By deliberately manipulating his own psychological state and channeling his deepest rages, he could command diabolic magic at will, and no one in this realm or the next was ever going to stop him.
