“Before we go any further, I would like you to confirm it once more,” the Tower Master said.0

Ketal nodded and set his hand on the handle of the device. He began to turn it steadily. As the rotation sped up, the physical motion pressed through the coil, and kinetic energy shifted into electrical energy. The tiny bulb at the end of the device brightened, a soft glow swelling into a clear, steady light. The Tower Master watched as if nothing in the world could be more fascinating.0

“Remarkable,” he said. “There is no Myst present, yet light appears.”0

For them, light had always been something that bloomed from Myst. Whether the source was mana, Aura, or the power they called magic, some form of Myst was always consumed to create radiance. That was the order of this world. Light was the manifestation of Myst being spent.0

Now, however, Ketal had spread his authority and erased Myst from this little, bounded space, yet the bulb still shone. The Tower Master tilted his head.0

“What did you call this phenomenon again?” he asked.0

“It is a process that occurs when charge accumulates in matter,” Ketal replied. “When you generate a difference between positive and negative charge, whether through friction or other means, that imbalance moves, and electricity is produced. Static electricity works in a similar way.”0

“I still do not understand,” the Tower Master said honestly. “In this world, no such thing as charge exists.”0

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