Chapter 12: Disappointment, Despair!

Inside Arcavis Hall. Taylor Yale sat cross-legged on the floor, hands folded over his knees, silently circulating Primis Fateweave. The technique had only just been created, riddled with rough edges and missing pieces. What he needed to do was simple, yet maddeningly hard: refine it. By his own estimates, the upper portion of Primis Fateweave could take him, at most, to the Major Calamity Tier. If he wanted to climb any higher, he had to perfect it. His biggest headache was that he had never seen...