He relaxed his hand as he became far too aware of the signs he was sending. Whatever sight had inspired such a assurance was not one he wanted to be. Of course, he would master them. He was a Prince of Asgard. He was one of the most powerful sorcerers of his universe. And, yet, his death had put a dent into his confidence.
He stayed quiet and instead focused on his task. Once again, he shut his eyes and concentrated. The grasp on the rock came easier. Instead of pushing it back, he pulled it towards him. The two foot high boulder rushed right through him. The god needed to snuff out his instincts to not jump away.