No one is invincible.
That, more than anything, was the lesson that Amelia had learned from the lectures of PSI 102. No matter how powerful you became in the field of psionics, there was always someone with an animi that was strong against yours, one who you could not affect even if they were the weakest spellcaster in the world. There was always someone against whom the most powerful psionic mage would be little more than mundane.
Amelia remembered that Cressida once read her a story about a very powerful wizard who was defeated by a man with half a brick in a sock. It had been fictional, but that was the most appropriate comparison that she had at the moment.
It was simple enough for Amelia to determine her own animi. She was a witch, yes, but she was a particularly unusual one, by virtue of not truly being human at all. Her magic was technically that of a witch, having been imbued by the witch who created her, but she was already an elementally charged being. Her animi was en