Shina stood up to brush off her sulking attitude and approached the group, "Alright, Nathaniel, since you're so keen on me being so bad at magic, why don't you dazzle us first?"
Nathaniel began to chant in an ancient tongue, his voice resonating with an ethereal power that sent chills down everyone's spines.
As his hands traced intricate symbols in the air, the ground beneath them vibrated, and the air grew dense with magical energy.
A miniature vortex of elemental magic formed, swirling faster and faster until it formed a celestial dome above their heads, storing the magical essence from the air and earth into a dense crystal.
The crowd was awestruck, their eyes wide and mouths agape.
Bing Shi felt a knot tighten in her stomach. 'Oh boi, how am I supposed to follow that?'
Breaking the awed silence, Nathaniel turned to Shina. "Your turn."
