Changes

|fiction=''The lightning sparked across the room, hitting both floor and ceiling. “You seem to ignore why you’ve failed… again.” The target, a wooden totem, lied on top of a black pedestal, untouched by the electricity. “You’ve mastered the… liberation of the energy your body now produces, but you lack… the focus. I thought I told you to read that book.” The sorceress was sitting on chair, all clad in black and deep blue, reading something from a tablet while speaking. “But why would a book about Science help me? I mean no disrespect, but when I joined you, I thought I would have access to arcane tomes and deep secrets, not lessons about mundane and humane things. I seek eldritch horrors, knowledge about ancient things.” The neonate was fidgeting his hands, feeling the phantom sensation of the electricity on its undead body. “Underestimating the knowledge of the humans was one of many mistakes we made. We have much to learn from what they’ve discovered. Controlling the lightning requires knowledge of polar charges and interactions between them” The sorceress raised its sight from the tablet to the totem and extended one of her arms. A continuous stream of sparks emerged from her fingers, caressing and blackening the wood of the totem. Without interrupting the stream, se she began to move her arm at random, the end of the stream still focused upon the totem. “It’s as simple as that. Negatives go to positives, boy. Now, go study.”''