Three days after the Azurian delegation's departure, Adam stood in the Dawn Chamber at the highest point of the palace's eastern tower. Unlike the Isolation Tower where he had trained with Magister Valen, this space was designed for advanced magical practice, its walls inscribed with complex containment wards and amplification circuits.
The chamber was circular, lined with seven alcoves representing the aspects of the Spectrum. Each contained a focal crystal of the appropriate energy type: Crimson, Azure, Emerald, Amber, Violet, Obsidian, and Radiant. The morning sun streamed through a circular skylight, creating a perfect pool of light at the chamber's center.
Adam waited with practiced patience, aware that his early arrival was being observed. Archmage Levian had a reputation for testing students in subtle ways long before formal assessment began.
Precisely as the tower bells struck the hour, the chamber door opened to admit the legendary mage. Even in his tenth decade, Levian moved with fluid precision, his traditional archmage's robes bearing subtle embroidery that contained active spell matrices rather than mere decoration.
"Prince Adam," he greeted, his voice carrying the distinctive resonance of one who had spent decades channeling Spectrum energies. "Prompt, prepared, and positioned precisely at the optimal focal point of the chamber. An auspicious beginning."
Adam bowed with appropriate respect. "Archmage Levian. I'm honored by your personal attention."
"Are you?" The old mage's eyes—shifting subtly between all seven Spectrum colors—studied him with penetrating intensity. "Or are you simply saying what protocol dictates?"
The direct challenge was unexpected so early in their interaction. In his previous life, Adam had never experienced formal instruction from a master of Levian's caliber—his education had been deliberately limited to tutors who emphasized control rather than power development.
"Both can be true," Adam replied carefully. "Protocol exists for reason, but my statement reflects genuine recognition of the opportunity your guidance represents."
A slight smile touched Levian's lips. "A diplomatic answer. Let us see if your magical development matches your verbal facility." He gestured toward the center of the chamber. "We will begin with a comprehensive assessment of your capabilities. No pretense, no performance—I wish to see your current limits."
Adam moved to the indicated position, mentally preparing himself for the delicate balance required. He needed to demonstrate enough talent to justify Levian's interest without revealing abilities that would be impossible for a ten-year-old, regardless of natural gift.
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"We'll start with basic affinity measurement," Levian said, producing seven small crystal cubes from a pocket of his robes. He arranged them in a circle around Adam. "Channel energy into each, precisely as much as feels natural. Do not force or restrain—simply allow your natural resonance to flow."
Adam closed his eyes, focusing on his connection to the Spectrum. In his previous life, he had eventually developed strong secondary affinities for Obsidian and Violet energies through forbidden experimentation. Here, he would need to reveal only what would appear to be innate rather than developed talent.
He reached first for Crimson energy, his primary affinity. The connection came instantly, power flowing through him into the corresponding crystal, which began to glow with ruby light. He maintained careful balance—impressive for his age but not beyond believable prodigy level.
Next, Adam reached for Azure, which had always been his weakest affinity. The connection was tenuous, resulting in only a faint blue shimmer in the second crystal. This authentic limitation would help make his overall display more credible.
He proceeded methodically through each energy type: moderate Emerald connection, minimal Amber response, surprisingly strong Violet affinity, significant Obsidian resonance, and almost nonexistent Radiant attunement.
When he opened his eyes, Archmage Levian was studying the glowing crystals with unmistakable interest. The pattern revealed an unusual affinity distribution—strong in Crimson as expected, but with significant secondary resonance with Violet and Obsidian, the more mysterious aspects of the Spectrum.
"Fascinating," Levian murmured. "The Crossmark's influence is clearly visible in your affinity pattern. Crimson dominance is expected, but these secondary resonances..." He picked up the still-glowing Violet crystal. "This is particularly unusual in one so young. Violet affinity typically develops only after years of dedicated study, if at all."
Adam had prepared for this observation. "I've always been drawn to probability theory," he said, the partial truth coming easily. "The uncertainty principles in traditional magical instruction never seemed... satisfying."
"Indeed." Levian replaced the crystal, his expression thoughtful. "And the Obsidian affinity suggests an innate connection to boundary concepts—the liminal spaces between defined states."
This matched Adam's experience in his previous life, though he had attributed his Obsidian aptitude to deliberate development rather than natural affinity. Perhaps there had been an innate predisposition all along.
"Your tournament demonstration makes more sense now," Levian continued. "The transformation of Crimson energy to white light wasn't merely exceptional control—it was facilitated by your natural affinity for boundary states and probability manipulation."
The archmage began pacing slowly around Adam, his gaze evaluative. "Let's proceed to practical assessment. Create a stable Crimson matrix, third-circle complexity."
This was a technique typically taught to advanced students years older than Adam's physical age. He hesitated momentarily, calculating the appropriate response.
"I haven't been formally instructed in matrix construction," he said carefully. "But I've observed the basic principles in demonstration."
"Show me what you can do," Levian replied, his tone making it clear this was a test of both ability and honesty.
Adam extended his hands, summoning Crimson energy with precise control. Rather than creating a perfect matrix immediately, he deliberately structured the energy in a slightly flawed pattern—advanced for his age but showing the limitations of self-teaching.
The ruby light formed a geometric lattice between his palms, its structure complex but with minor instabilities at three junction points. Enough imperfection to be believable, enough precision to be impressive.
"Self-taught," Levian noted, circling the formation with analytical interest. "The fundamental structure is sound, though the stability coefficients at these junctions are suboptimal." He pointed to exactly the flaws Adam had deliberately included. "Interesting approach, however. You've prioritized flexibility over rigid adherence to standard forms."
Adam allowed the matrix to dissolve gradually, demonstrating controlled release rather than simply dropping the energy. "I find rigid structures less responsive to intentional modulation."
"A perspective that aligns with your affinity pattern." Levian nodded approvingly. "Traditionalists emphasize perfect replication of established forms. Innovators focus on underlying principles that allow adaptation."
For the next two hours, the archmage put Adam through increasingly complex assessments, testing not just his practical abilities but his theoretical understanding. Throughout, Adam maintained the careful balance—demonstrating exceptional talent for his age without revealing the full depth of knowledge gained across his previous lifetime.
Finally, Levian concluded the assessment with a most unexpected request.
"Show me something original," he said. "Not a technique you've been taught or observed, but something you've developed independently. Your own creation."
This was dangerous territory. In his previous life, Adam's "original" techniques had primarily involved forbidden Void manipulation or destructive applications of Spectrum energies. Revealing anything truly innovative might expose knowledge he shouldn't possess.
Yet the request also presented an opportunity to demonstrate value beyond mere technical proficiency.
After careful consideration, Adam decided to show a modified version of a technique he had developed in his early teens during his previous life—before his research had turned toward darker applications.
He focused on the point where sunlight from the skylight met the chamber floor, drawing forth minimal Crimson energy. Rather than projecting it externally, he used it to enhance his perception, creating a lens effect that made the light's component energies visible.
"Light itself contains all aspects of the Spectrum," Adam explained as rainbow-like energies became visible within the sunbeam. "This technique allows for analysis of natural energy compositions without disrupting them."
With careful precision, he demonstrated how the technique could identify subtle energy imbalances or influences. The sunlight revealed traces of Emerald energy—likely from weather manipulation by the royal meteoromancers who maintained favorable conditions around the palace.
"Analytical rather than manipulative," Levian observed, genuine interest in his voice. "Most young mages with Crimson affinity focus exclusively on transformation and destruction. This perceptual application is... unusual."
"Understanding should precede action," Adam said, the philosophical perspective one he had only embraced after decades of experience—and countless mistakes—in his original life.
As he released the technique, he realized Levian was studying him rather than the magical display, his expression unreadable.
"You are not what I expected, Prince Adam," the archmage said finally. "The Crossmark has historically been associated with those who reshape the world through force of will—for creation or destruction. Your approach suggests a different path."
"What did you expect?" Adam asked, genuine curiosity in his voice.
"Raw power prioritized over understanding. Ambition over patience." Levian's gaze was penetrating. "The last Crossmarked mage I encountered burned himself out by seventeen, consumed by his own uncontrolled potential."
This was new information—Adam had never heard of other Crossmarked individuals in his previous life. The possibility that others had shared his distinctive pupils raised intriguing questions about his supposed uniqueness.
"There have been others with the Crossmark?" he asked carefully.
"Seven documented cases in the last millennium," Levian replied. "All prodigiously talented. All dead before their thirtieth year—either through self-destruction or by the hands of those who feared their power."
The archmage's casual mention of this historical pattern sent a chill through Adam. In his previous life, he had indeed been executed before his thirtieth year, fitting the pattern Levian described. The parallel was unsettling.
"A discouraging precedent," Adam said, keeping his tone neutral despite his internal disquiet.
"Precedent, not destiny," Levian corrected firmly. "History offers patterns, not certainties. Particularly for one with your Violet affinity—probability rather than predestination."
The archmage moved to the chamber's center, regarding Adam with new intensity. "Based on today's assessment, I am prepared to offer specialized instruction focusing on three areas: advanced Crimson applications, cross-spectrum theory with emphasis on your natural Obsidian and Violet affinities, and theoretical exploration of boundary states between energy types."
The educational focus aligned perfectly with Adam's interests—both strategic and genuine. Access to such knowledge under legitimate instruction would provide cover for explorations that had been considered forbidden in his previous life.
"I am honored by your assessment and offer, Archmage," Adam said, bowing formally.
"There will be conditions," Levian continued, his tone sharpening. "Absolute honesty about your experiments and discoveries. Regular evaluation of both technical progress and philosophical development. And most importantly, a commitment to understanding the ethical implications of advanced techniques."
The last condition would have been anathema to Adam in his previous life, when he had viewed ethical considerations as meaningless restrictions imposed by the weak to constrain the strong. Now, with the perspective of experience—and the consequences of his previous choices—he recognized the practical wisdom in considering implications before action.
"I accept these conditions," Adam replied solemnly.
Levian studied him for a long moment, as if searching for something beyond his words. "We shall see," he said finally. "You will divide your education between the Royal Academy for standard studies, palace tutors for practical training, and direct instruction with me twice weekly for advanced theory and specialized technique development."
The arrangement was far more favorable than Adam had anticipated—providing both institutional credentials and specialized knowledge that had been denied him in his original timeline.
"The first true test is often distinguishing between what we can do and what we should do," Levian added, his shifting eyes fixing momentarily on Adam's crimson ones. "Power without wisdom brings suffering—most often to its wielder."
As the assessment concluded and Adam descended from the Dawn Chamber, he reflected on the archmage's words. In his previous life, he had pursued power single-mindedly, dismissing wisdom as irrelevant sentiment. That path had led to his execution at his brother's hands.
Was this new opportunity merely a more efficient route to power? Or was it a chance to develop the wisdom he had previously scorned?
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The system's notification confirmed both the opportunity and the potential complication. This divergence from his original path offered tremendous advantages—but also the unsettling possibility that he might be changing in ways more fundamental than mere strategy.
As Adam returned to his chambers to record the day's developments in his journal, one question lingered in his mind: If all previous Crossmarked mages had met early, violent ends, was he truly creating a new path—or merely finding a more sophisticated route to the same destination?