Trinity of Magic [Progression Fantasy]

As Zeke stood before his mentor, Maximilian, he couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and nervousness. He had been training for weeks to master the spell [Perfect Sensory Recall], and now, it was time for his final test.

Maximilian watched with a critical eye as Zeke cast the spell, his magic flowing seamlessly as he reached deep into his mind and pulled forth memories with perfect clarity and detail. Maximilian had provided a tool that made it possible to project one's memories into the world, and Zeke had immediately fallen in love with the object. The older mage nodded in approval as he could feel the spell taking shape, impressed by his student's progress.

Zeke activated the device and a beam of light shot out from the projector, forming a holographic image of a scene from his past. The image was so vivid and lifelike that it seemed as though it were happening right before their eyes. The scene was of a specific moment during his training earlier this week, a memory that he had been tasked to recall with perfect accuracy as part of his final test.

Maximilian watched in amazement as Zeke controlled the holographic image with precise movements, zooming in and out of specific details and even changing the angle of view to show different perspectives. Zeke then began to narrate the scene, pointing out specific details and describing the emotions and sensations he felt at the time.

"Well done, my boy," Maximilian said, a hint of pride in his voice. "You have passed the test. You are now ready to engrave the spell onto your core."

Zeke couldn't contain his excitement as he heard the words. He had worked so hard to master this spell, and now, it was finally within reach. He was ready to take the next step in his journey as a mage.

But just as he was about to celebrate, Maximilian's words brought him back to reality. "But before you do that, there is something you should know. Advancing from apprentice to mage is a big step, and it comes with changes. I won't explain them to you, for you will discover them for yourself soon enough."

Zeke's excitement turned to confusion as he looked at his mentor. "What do you mean? What kind of changes?" he asked, a hint of unease creeping into his voice.

Maximilian simply smiled. "All will be revealed in due time, my boy. Just know that the path of a mage is never easy, but it is always worth it. Now, go prepare yourself. The surprise awaits."

And with that, Maximilian left Zeke to ponder his words, leaving him with a sense of anticipation and uncertainty as he prepared to engrave his core with the spell [Perfect Sensory Recall]. He couldn't help but wonder what the future held, and what kind of changes would come with his advancement as a mage.

As Zeke and Maximilian descended into the cellar one final time, Zeke couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation. This was the moment he had been working towards for months, the engraving of his mind core with the spell [Perfect Sensory Recall]. And as he stepped into the engraving chamber, the nerves he had felt before dissipated. He was ready for this.

Maximilian stood by his side, a proud look on his face, as Zeke channeled his spell in the center of the formation of mirrors. The process was not as painful as he had feared, and as he finished channeling his magic, he let out a sigh of relief.

The engraving ceremony took 40 minutes, and as Zeke stood up, he felt a strange sensation from his core shifting. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but it was unlike anything he had ever felt before.

And then, everything went black.

When Zeke woke up, he was lying on the bed in his chamber, with Maximilian sitting beside him. The older mage looked down at him with a small smile.

"Welcome to the rank of mages, my boy," Maximilian said. "You've taken the first step."

Zeke sat up, rubbing the back of his head. He couldn't quite remember what had happened, but he knew that the engraving had been successful. Zeke curiously closed his eyes and focused on his core. As he did, he came across a strange sight, there had been a huge change to the shape of his core. Zeke stared at the tiny blood-red figure that now represented his magic core. The figure looked like a miniature version of himself, with a glowing blue brain and a shifting sphere of stars surrounding it. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"Maximilian, what is this? My core, it's...different," Zeke stammered, looking to his mentor for an explanation.

Maximilian smiled, "Ah, yes. As an apprentice mage, your core takes on the form of a cube, representing the three affinities you possess. But as you advance to the next stage, that of a true mage, your core shifts to take on a more personalized form, reflecting the spells you have engraved upon it. The man you see before you is a representation of yourself and the magic you wield."

Zeke looked back at the small figure in awe. "It's incredible," he said.

"Yes, it is," Maximilian said, nodding. "And as you continue to advance through the stages of a mage, your core will evolve even further, becoming more powerful and attuned to your magic."

Zeke couldn't wait to see what the future held for him as a mage. He had so much to learn and so much to achieve. And with Maximilian by his side, he knew anything was possible. Zeke had a general understanding of the different stages a mage would go through, but he did not know that they would go hand in hand with the changes to one's core. Maximilian had gotten up to get them both a fresh cup of coffee while Zeke was thinking, when he passed Zeke his cup the latter asked: "Can you tell me a bit about the evolution of the core?"

Maximilian stood before Zeke, his hands clasped behind his back, his eyes flickering with knowledge and wisdom. "Zeke," he began, repeating his earlier words once again, "the path of a mage is a long and treacherous one. But it is also one of the most rewarding. You see, as a mage, you will evolve and change in ways that you cannot imagine. There are six evolutionary steps that a mage can go through, each one bringing with it new abilities and powers."

Maximilian began to pace back and forth, his voice growing in intensity as he spoke. "The first step is that of the Apprentice Mage. This is where you were until just today. As an apprentice, you have just begun your journey and have the ability to engrave spells on your core for each affinity you have."

"The second step is that of the True Mage. This is where your core changes shape based on the spells engraved on it. It also becomes more durable and your bond with your magical affinities increases."

"The third step is that of the Grand Mage. At this stage, your core is able to attract and attune ambient mana on its own, nourishing your body further. You will also find it easier to bond with your affinities, and your personality may start to be influenced by your core more than ever before."

"The fourth step is that of the Arch Mage. This is where your core fuses with your body, turning your entire body into a magic core."

"The fifth step is that of the Exarch. At this stage, you no longer use a core at all and can attune ambient mana outside the body."

"And the final step, the sixth step, is that of the Monarch. This is where the mage reaches the pinnacle of power, but no one knows what that truly entails. It is said to be a level of power that only a select few have ever reached."

Maximilian stopped pacing and looked at Zeke, his eyes filled with determination. "That is the path that lies ahead of you, Zeke. It will be difficult, but I think with the tools I have imparted to you, you can reach the pinnacle of power."

Zeke's mind reeled with the information that Maximilian had just imparted to him. He couldn't help but wonder when he would be able to take the next step in his journey as a mage.

"Many years from now, my young apprentice," Maximilian said with a chuckle, as if reading his thoughts. "Reaching the fixed milestones of True Mage at 15, Grand Mage at 25, and Arch Mage at 100 is considered the mark of a true genius."

Zeke's mind whirled in awe at the thought of reaching such heights. "But what about the levels beyond that? Exarch and Monarch, at what age do people reach those?" he asked, eager to know more.

Maximilian's expression grew serious. "Those who reach the levels of Exarch or Monarch are automatically considered legendary figures in the world of magic," he said. "It is a goal that only a select few dares to aim for, and even fewer have succeeded in reaching the end."

Zeke nodded, taking in the weight of the words. He knew that the road ahead would be long and difficult, but with Maximilian's guidance, he was determined to reach the highest heights of magical power.

"Teacher, what level have you reached?" Zeke asked, his curiosity piqued.

Maximilian's face grew somber as he replied, "I am at the level of an Arch Mage, my boy."

Zeke's eyes widened in surprise. "An Arch Mage? That's impressive!" he exclaimed. But his admiration was short-lived as he asked, "When will you become an Exarch, Teacher? Surely, with your skills and knowledge, you must be close to reaching that level."

Maximilian let out a bitter laugh. "My dear Zeke, the path to becoming an Exarch is a difficult one, one that I may never reach. You see, the title of Exarch is reserved for only the most powerful and accomplished of mages, and there is only one in the entire empire. The emperor himself holds that title."

Zeke was shocked by this revelation, and exclaimed in surprise. "But you're an Arch Mage! How is that possible?"

Maximilian let out a bitter chuckle. "Just because I have reached the level of Arch Mage years ago does not mean I am anywhere near the level of an Exarch. The Emperor, and only the Emperor, even knows how to advance to that stage."

"How strong is he?" Zeke asked, his curiosity piqued.

Maximilian's expression grew grave. "The Emperor is a true monster. It would take the patriarchs of the four greater families joining forces to even stand a chance against him."

Zeke furrowed his brow. "But why only four families? Why not all five?"

"The fifth family, the Geistreich family, is the Emperor's family," Maximilian explained. "They would not dare to raise arms against him."

Zeke couldn't quite comprehend the power and influence the Emperor must possess to command such loyalty and fear. But Zeke's thoughts were suddenly pulled in a different direction. "Wait, my friend Sophia, her last name is Geistreich. Does that mean she's part of the emperor's family?"

Maximilian looked surprised. "I thought you knew, Zeke. Sophia is indeed a member of the Geistreich family, the emperor's family."

Zeke shook his head, feeling embarrassed that he had not made the connection. "I had no idea," he admitted.

"It's not surprising," Maximilian reassured him. "The emperor is almost a thousand years old, so Sophia is likely his great-great-great-great-great niece or something like that." This latest revelation came as another shock to Zeke, and he was just about to ponder the implications when Maximilian called out to him.

"My dear student," Maximilian began, "we have spent enough time discussing the stages of mage advancement, but now it is time to focus on something far more important, something that will change the course of magic and our understanding of it. We have engraved all three spells onto your core, and it is time to begin the next phase of your training."

Zeke's heart started beating with excitement and anticipation.

"The Trinity Project," Maximilian continued, "are you ready, Zeke?"