I began calculating the complex formulations required for seven-circle spell casting, channeling the Nightingale Method through my mana pathways. Mathematical equations flowed through my consciousness at speeds that would have overwhelmed normal minds, each calculation building upon the previous in cascading sequences of magical theory.
The Nightingale method. My personal framework for seven-circle magic that surpassed all existing frameworks—at least for someone with my particular combination of abilities and background.
'I suppose this was the reason I was brought to this world,' I mused even as mana gathered around me. This was the crystallized proof of my Mind aspect talent manifesting in this reality, the genius-level intellect that Isolde had mentioned as the primary reason for my soul's transplantation.
