His magic was one thing which always concerned him. The nature of it was one born of evil--one born from monsters whose only desire was to bring about despair. That was his understanding of it. And yet, with each time he used it, Haruto couldn’t deny that the base for this spells seemed to change over time.

           Something made of despair turning to hope…

           He was tempted to see if he could converse with his inner dragon, asking to learn more about his magic’s history. Maybe Dragon could give him answers. But, in his attempts to call to the monster, nothing came. Was he perhaps asleep? Did the scientists send him into a slumber in order to keep Haruto from speaking to him?

           Well, whatever was going on, he wasn’t going to get any answers from Dragon. He’d have to get them in his own way.

☞ “Transform.”

           Positioning himself in what he’d hoped was a private area, he’d scan the Flame Ring over his Driver. Extending a hand outward to create a sigil, it would slid over his form, giving a warm feeling that coated his being like a second skin. Before long, his wizard form taken shape, and he was looking over it in its entirety.

☞ “Hmm… Can’t get a feeling on its nature, still. Maybe I should’ve called an expert on magic? Then again, no one in the city uses the same kind of magic as I do...”

           He was a mage, sure, but he couldn't detect mana or magic of any sort unless it was a visible or tangible sort. He usually saved that kind of thing for Koyomi, given how she could sense Phantoms...