"Y-Yes! To become a Fourth-Year, you must predict what level of magic I'm gonna use," Galak responded.
"Huh?" Lawrend blinked his eyes at him in confusion.
"I won't cast my spell but predict what level it is from the flow of mana you can observe on my body," Galak further explained.
"I got it," Lawrend replied with a nod of his head.
"Let's go outside. I might accidentally destroy this room," Galak said.
And so, everyone in the room walked outside. They stood around in a circle on the grassy open area beside the building of the Lightning Department.
Lawrend and Galak were standing in the center as they faced each other.
"Ready?" Galak asked.
"I am," Lawrend replied.
Galak straightened his body and closed his eyes. He then raised his hand into the air.
"O' Thunder of Heaven, hire me as your servant, use me as your lightning rod, cast destruction through my body, Lightning Sundering Net!" Galak chanted.
