Vision art was a very abstract study. More than calcution, it leaned on philosophy and feeling. So how o a Vision major without needing them to awaken it?

  Well, there was a study about a certain quality someone o possess if they wao awaken their Vision. First and foremost was their intellect.

  Someone o be smart to process themselves, right? More thahe ignorant wouldn’t even be able to ect themselves to their souls. But that wasn’t the main quality someone o have to awaken their Vision.

  In the end, the partits were required to be sensitive about their own souls, so the academy crafted a very intricate device to test their rea to some predetermis.

  In the Lucia Stadium, rows upon rows of partits filled the seats, their eyes fixed on the ter of the arena where a shimmering apparatus stood. This was the Visioment's test, ahat attracted awe and curiosity from all ers of the magical realm.

  Yvain, not a partit in this particur test, watched from a distance, his eyes narrowed in i. Beside him were An and Matthew, w why Yvai here instead of the infirmary.

  “Don’t you want to heal your wound? The arrow went through your arm, you know?” An asked.

  “It’s fi’s already healed,” Yvain answered, secretly using his Vision to mend himself.

  “You already heal yourself with Force?! Woahh, a genius is different after all,” Matthew said.

  “Ssh, they’re about to begin,” Yvain said.

  The device at the ter of the arena was a marvel of magical engineering. It stood about teall, posed of iwined crystalline orbs and floating glyphs that glowed with ahereal light. At intervals, pulses of energy rippled through the structure, casting intricate patterns on the ground around it.

  Partits filed into the circle of runes surrounding the device, eae appearing a mix of nervous aed. They were about to undergo a test that would probe the deepest parts of their being—their intellect, their emotions, and their very souls.

  The first phase of the test was calibration. The device hummed softly, sending out tendrils of light that sed the partits. Each s was uailored to each of the individuals. Partits shifted unfortably, feeling a slight tingle as the device attuself to their identity.

  Once calibration was plete, the intellectual aional stimution began. The crystalline orbs projected a series of holographic sarios, eaore plex and abstract tha.

  One partit, a young woman with intense green eyes, found herself surrounded by swirling patterns and shapes that seemed to ge with her every thought. She had to solve visual puzzles that defied the ventional ws of physics, using both logid intuition to proceed.

  Another partit, a tall boy with a serious demeanor, faced moral dilemmas that tested his philosophical thinking. Illusionary figures appeared before him, presenting choices that required deep introspe and a keen uanding of his own beliefs.

  As he navigated these challenges, his face betrayed the struggle within—he was not just solving puzzles, but questioning the very nature of his soul.

  The device then shifted to the soul sensitivity test. A gentle, resonating frequency filled the air, iing with the partits' inner essence.

  The young woman with the green eyes closed her eyes, fog inward. She felt the frequency ge, resonating with her deepest emotions. Memories surfaced—some joyous, others painful.

  Her sensitivity to her soul became apparent as she navigated these memories, her reas trolled yet profound.

  The tall boy's experience was different. He struggled to ect with the frequency, his intellect g with the need for emotional openness. But as the device persisted, he began to feel subtle ges within himself.

  It was a slow process, but gradually, he started to sehe resonance, finding a baween thought and feeling.

  came the test of emotional and philosophical respohe device projected visions desigo evoke stroional reas.

  The young woman saw a vision of her family, their faces lit with pride and love. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she maintained her posure, her sensitivity to her soul guidihrough the experience.

  The tall boy faced a different vision—one of failure and loss. It struck at his core, threatening to unravel his trol. Yet, as he grappled with the emotions, he found a strength within himself, a resiliehat he hadn’t knowed.

  This was the true test of Vision, the ability to fae's deepest fears and emerge stronger.

  Yvain frowned, witnessing hundreds of these young partits, while the two quite stood out from the others.

  “They’re from two promi families of Vision art users, right?” An muttered. “As expected.”

  Finally, the device tested their iion with magical energy. Small bursts of mana were released into the circle, and the partits had to harmoh or manipute this energy.

  The young woman moved with grace, her hands weaving through the air as she directed the mana, her e to her soul evident in every movement.

  The tall boy, initially stiff and awkward, gradually found his rhythm. His intellectual approach melded with his newfouional uanding, allowing him to trol the mana with increasing skill.

  The test revealed not just their abilities, but their potential frowth.

  “Without awakening, they’re able to trol Mana through the device?” Yvain muttered. “Mama will be so intrigued if she sees this.”

  “Your mother is a Vision user?” Matthew asked, and Yvain only nodded.

  As the test cluded, the device provided a prehensive analysis of each partit’s performance. Glowing runes dispyed their strengths and areas for improvement, interpreted by the examiners.

  The young woman and the tall boy both stood, visibly exhausted yet exhirated, as their results were announced.

  From his vantage point, Yvain observed everything with keen i. He saw the diversity in hoartit approached the test, the different ways they ected with their souls.

  It was a reminder of the myriad paths to power and uanding in the magical realm.

  “That device is dangerous,” Yvain muttered.

  “Huh?” Matthew tilted his head.

  “Why?” Aioned.

  “For someone who hasn’t maed their Vision, it might be a good device for exercise and gauging one’s capabilities, but if someone has awakeheir Vision, or worse, if someone awakens their Vision while using the device…” Yvain frowned.

  Rampage.

  “Clouding someone’s judgment with memory aional stimution is very dangerous. How they let devices like this be used in the academy?” the boy said. “They at least have to use a mana-suppressing device to ter the side effects.”

  Matthew and An looked at Yvain, eyes wide. For a Force user, he sounded surprisingly, remely knowledgeable about Vision.

  “Ahem,” Matthew cleared his throat. “I-I will deliver ygestion to my mother. Don’t worry, Evan.”

  “Sir Sator!”

  The three turo the dire the voice came from, only to find a beautiful long bck-haired girl with enting purple eyes approag them.

  An and Matthew immediately blushed, turning to Yvain. But then realized the boy was even more beautiful than the girl. They became a bit upset about it.

  “My dy,” Yvain bowed politely. “As expected, you’re not part of the test because you’ve awakened your Vision.”

  “Yes. They told me to wait until this test is finished, and the my ability ter,” the girl said.

  “Ah, these two are my fellow Force test partits. This is Sir Matthearadscha and Sir An Mossflower. And, my friends, this is Her Highness Bir Inkor, unless you’ve already been acquainted with her,” Yvain said.

  “Greetings, Yhness,” both boys bowed to her, mimig Yvain, and it made Bir a bit awkward.

  She had never received gestures of respect like this before. All the nobles never actually regarded her as a princess after all. But with Yvain there, everyoarted to give her due, just because he did.

  Still, Yvain’s gesture was genuine, and Bir felt it. It was a gesture as natural as simple, everyday greetings, but not superficial. Maybe it was just part of his character.

  “Yhness, you might’ve known this, but please don’t e hat device,” Yvain said.

  “Oh? The Vision Resonator?” Bir asked.

  “That’s what it's called, huh?” Yvain hummed, “Maybe I should tell Mama indeed.”

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