“I had great difficulty harnessing my new powers as well, and managed to do it in time only because my life was at stake. My survival instinct allowed me to understand that I had to start absorbing the world energy through my wings, not my eyes.” Morok said.

“Just like you taught me, Mom.” Garrik said.

“Exactly.” Morok nodded. “That lesson saved my life, Ryla.”

“A lesson I missed!” Tista inwardly cursed. “Still, this doesn’t make sense. Lith’s wings emitted power during the fight against Ruugat. They didn’t absorb it. I don’t think he can even do that.”

“I actually can.” Lith’s eyes narrowed as the mystery started to unravel. “I always draw the world energy in through my wings when I need to produce Dread Flames. It’s my feathered wings that split the world energy into its elemental components.”

“That’s exactly what a Fomor’s wings do!” Ryla said in amazement. “Yet Tista is right, this doesn’t make sense. Back then, your wings burst with power.”

“That’s because I had already conjured a lot of elemental energy with my spells.” Everybody knew he had used the Elemental Storage, not spells. “What you see in the images is the energy that exceeded my body’s capacity.”