"Watson, next time you cast a spell, can you find a place with no one around? I think the Misty Forest is not a bad choice! Blackmoon Castle has only just been established. Are you going to demolish it again?"
Half an hour later...
Watson stood at the castle gate as he endured his father, Edward's complaints.
"I'm sorry, Father. It's my fault."
He put his hands on his stomach; his face was red. He could not defend himself.
He did not expect the fused gold-tier magic would be so powerful. He had felt the same when he saw Folson cast the Silver Serpent on the Raging Sea, a gold-tier spell. It seemed like Folson only had half a gold-tier scroll, so it was not as powerful. Its real force was more terrible than he had imagined.
He had planned to use the fused magic to frighten the mages in Blackmoon Castle; he would stop before the spell could do any damage. He thought he could use the source of chaotic-elemental magic in his body to absorb it.
