Solomon frowned. Those were some pretty vague instructions. Still, what exactly about this wasn't vague? He supposed it was to be expected.

He sat crossed-legged on the ground, inhaling and exhaling repeatedly, trying to do as he instructed. It was about vision, all about vision. It was up to him to envision how to pull out the magic, and to do that he needed to use the image he made. A chain -- he imagined a chain so as to "seal" away the pain, something to hold it back. Now, he needed to "unchain" energy. So he imagined the chain sliding back, unraveling itself in an attempt to set free that which it had contained.

With each link of the chain coming undone, Solomon thought he felt energy course over his body. Was it his imagination, or was it real? He wasn't sure, but he liked the feeling. More and more, the imaginary chain undid itself, until a veil of mana flowed over Solomon's skin. 

He opened his eyes, and exhaled deeply. He was strangely tired after that . . .