[WARNING: This chapter contains R-18 scenes.]
He couldn't use it, but he could make the chant. One day, he would test the spell on someone or something.
He could test it right now in this forest, but he would likely burn the whole forest down.
Lawrend sat cross-legged once again with his eyes closed.
'O' Ifrit, give my hands warmth in this winter, give me the power to fight my foes, light them on fire, burn them to ashes, Fire Disintegration,' Lawrend chanted in his mind.
"Alright. I only need to create an Arch Mage Lightning Spell," Lawrend said and stood up.
"You're not going to create one right now?" Aezel asked.
"Nope. I will do that after I get inspiration," Lawrend replied.
He was somewhat already mentally tired from creating the spells for his fire magic. If he didn't strengthen his soul earlier, he wouldn't have been able to create the Arch Mage spell.
They returned to camp.
