When they finally called Renard's name, he walked up to the crystal. His heart was beating fast, but he tried to look calm. The crystal seemed to glow brighter as he got closer, like it could sense something about him.
Renard put his hands on the warm crystal surface. It felt smooth and warm under his palms. He let a small amount of his inner energy flow out, being very careful not to let too much escape.
The crystal started reacting right away. It glowed brighter and he could feel it poking around inside his energy, trying to figure out what kind of magic he had. The feeling was strange—like someone was looking through his thoughts and feelings.
Different parts of the crystal started lighting up as it found different types of magic in him. The red part pulsed when it found his angry energy that could work with fire magic. The green section flickered when it sensed his connection to animals. Even the purple part lit up briefly when it detected the power from his blood crests.
