Evocation - The Art of Energy Manipulation

Despite your astonishment with the excess of liquid pouring out from the chalice, your eyes narrow as you try to discern anything else different about it. You realize by the smell it's not water, but... oil? The stench is strong, almost overpowering, and you cover your nose with your free hand. It takes those beneath you, already doused in the oil, a while longer to realize what it was, their curses reaching your ears.

"Most excellent!" Morgana nearly squeals out, although the thought of someone of her standing making such a noise was quickly wiped from your mind. "Oil is a perfect catalyst for the creation of fire and other chemical reactions. This is definitive of Evocation, the ability to generate and manipulate energy. Be it converted to fire or electricity, shaped into a weapon or merely hurled out, it can be made even stronger if formed the right way. Of course, with your excess of mana, that would merely be a cherry on top. I can see the skies themselves lit ablaze with your flames." Morgana cooed, the fire she spoke of seemingly manifesting in her eyes, something that drew you in hypnotically, until she focused away from the chalice and onto you.

Averting your gaze, you ended up taking in the sight of those beneath you, their looks rather diverse, although certain gazes seemed to be reoccurring. Angry, jealous glares bore into you, hating your apparent knack for raw destructive power that they wished was theirs. Many of them however seemed more fearful, knowing that if what was said was true, you may be able to incinerate them with nothing more than a wave of your hand. Outside of those seemed to be some longing stares, like they wanted to make your power their own... or you yourself.

"When the assembly is complete, meet with Baron Tyrus. Until then, we must continue on." Morgana stated, her words urging you back to the rest of the assembly.

As you returned, you noticed that the other students gave you a fair distance, as though expecting your talents to suddenly roar to life and engulf them. It was somewhat inspiring, not being the one afraid of another person's presence for once, although it was somewhat worrying.