something to do with magic, but how they were able to put off such a feeling was outside of his knowledge.
Spending so much time with woman has softened your brains. Most mages I have felt keep close tabs on their magical energy for fear of giving away their powers to rivals. On the other hand, these people are letting their magical energies run amuck as if they are challenging everyone around to try to fight them. You should cut yours loose a bit to show them that trying to intimidate you and the others won’t be taken lightly.
“I didn’t know the others could feel it,” Bren said as he looked around at the faces of his friends. Everyone had the same look of trepidation on their faces.
I doubt they can understand the feeling they are getting from the building as much as you, but they can feel it all the same. The old geezers are purposely putting you on edge for some reason, and I don’t like it.
“How?” Bren asked, still not understanding just how the elders were doing it.
Are you really asking me how? I knew that you didn’t have your father’s skill with magic, but it seems that you don’t even have his desire to learn things on your own. Thankfully, at least you have enough strength to make up for your lack of talent and drive. What they are doing isn’t that hard nor complicated. Your father used to do it all the time when he was mad, though most the time he didn’t know what he was doing. In simple terms, draw in magical energy and let it disperse into the air. The magic will hold onto your feelings and thoughts as it spreads around. So if you are happy, then people will feel at ease. Depending on how you use it, it can be useful in many situations.
Bren started to pull in massive amounts of magical energy, so much so that he drained the area completely of its magical energy. As the magical energy entered his body, he could feel a lightening of the tension in the air. The faces of his friend’s returned to normal and even Cass walked with less caution in his footsteps.
Bren was amazed at the sheer amount of magical energy that he could hold. He no longer felt the burning sensation in his chest, and he was sure that he could hold even more if he needed. The only downside was that he could feel the magical energies pulling at him. Since a vast amount of the energy was invoked, with a feeling of dread, it heightened his feeling of anger. Not wanting to hold it in anymore Bren released all the pent up magical energy at once along with all of his anger.
As soon as the magic left his body, all of his friends and their escorts jumped. Cass’s hand went straight for his sword and had it half released from its scabbard within a heartbeat. When no threat presented itself Cass removed his hand from the swords hilt, but Bren could see large beads of sweat running down his neck as the man’s body slightly trembled.
I think it would be better if you held back a little next time. That was so strong that I think it could have killed someone whose heart was weak.
“It can kill someone?” Bren asked, slightly embarrassed of his actions.
Honestly, I don’t know if it can kill or not, but I think it is possible. I don’t think the elders will try such a tactic again though. Even if they got the whole village together, I doubt that they could compete with your sheer power.
The one good thing about his new body and his ability to control himself was that the feeling of guilt quickly left him. Bren knew that it wasn’t a good thing in most cases, as it would allow him to do a great many things without any feeling of remorse. He knew it should scare him, but even his fears only came when he wanted them to. In truth, it was an odd thing; he would have never guessed that a person would want to fear, but he found that his fears kept him in line better than any of his other emotions. The fear of losing what one cares most about is a strong motivation to make one more cautious with their actions. Anger, on the other hand, was a far different feeling—one that made it hard to