Ryteb fought his way through the memory, using the opportunity to test out magic that he either was not entirely proficient with, or had just come up with. The area around the young mage was malformed by the powerful magics he was using. Although these spells were taking their toll on him, Ryteb continued to persevere, trying to break through a limit of his strength. As the next wave came towards him, he decided to try a spell that he had only seen Odin preform once. He began to draw the element of fire into his body, like he had done for fire, fira, and even firaga, but continued to draw it in to the point where his body could barely contain the element within. He began to laugh, and yelled out to the Heartless: "Take this, the ultimate Fire magic; [color=red]Fir-[/colour]"

There was a bright light, and Ryteb lost consciousness. He awoke back in the door room, feeling a searing pain throughout his entire body. In frustration, he banged his hands against the ground. "Dammit!" he yelled, "I can't even do this much!"
At the edge of the room, darkness started to form into humanoid shapes. Soon Ryteb found himself surrounded by dark versions of himself. He tried to fight them off, but they overwhelmed him, and drew him into darkness.

Awakening from his slumber, he heard a voice say something to him. Looking around, he saw it was the box headed guy. He guessed that the pompous guy from that meeting wanted him to return, probably to try and discipline him. Well, if that was the case, he'd give him a reason to. Trusting in the wind, he backflipped off of the roof, and used Aerora to glide down to the ground. For aesthetics, he used Blizzard to create himself some angelic looking wings. When he landed, he motioned, and the wings turned into a multitude of tiny sparrows and flew in the box-man's face.. Giving a grin to the local people, he took off at a pelt, yelling back to the guy: "Tell your boss that I do what I want!"