Albion enjoyed his time learning Welfth, but the language drained him mentally.

  He couldn’t just keep going without a break somewhere in his routine. It was just too much for his mind… sitting around, reading and writing information down, nothing exciting happening whatsoever.

  He needed to get away from it for a bit.

  His breaks weren’t full of rest. Instead, he spent his breaks trying to find creative ways to use his new abilities and powers. His mind was always fresh and his body in peak condition so as long as he wasn’t doing the same thing over and over again he was able to stay sane.

  Albion had even learned a few tricks during these ‘breaks.’

  They had to do with his portal, he found that as long as the object connected to him in some way, he could draw a portal using anything as a medium.

  He also found that he was able to make a portal anywhere he wanted, even in the air around him, but to be able to sustain it he needed even more Prana. Right now, he could open a portal about the size of his fist for half a second before he ran out.

  He also found that he could sustain the Portals as long as he wanted and he could even set and change the locations they led to as long as he supplied them with Prana. When it stopped being fed it would revert to sending its contents to its original destination.

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  Today he was going to try something he had thought of while he was studying. It came to him so suddenly.

  An epiphany that excited him enough that he immediately stopped studying to test it out.

  And he had the perfect test subject in mind.

  He opened two portals next to each other and carefully dropped his ‘favorite’ cookbook inside.

  He watched as it appeared above the other portal and fell through, appearing again above the first portal and falling through.

  It gained speed as he let the book fall into an endless loop.

  When the book stopped getting any faster he sent some Prana into the first portal and sent the book flying toward a signboard he had set up on the office desk.

  *FOOSH*

  *BAM*

  The board splintered as the book tore through it, sending pieces flying in all directions.

  ‘Wow…’

  Albion laughed and began to think of all the possible ways he could weaponize his portals.

  He imagined knives shooting out at his enemies, giant boulders flying at them out of nowhere.

  Sped up in an infinite loop.

  “Muahahahaha.”

  He laughed like a mad scientist.

  Congratulating himself on his brilliant idea that had started it all. And thanking the cookbook, which was somehow still undamaged, for being the perfect test dummy.