" Your aura looks pretty strong. Looks like you were not that weak after all."
" Huhu... Who do you think taught you the magic you are capable of using?"
Rovenin giggled caustically.
( Caustic - incisive sarcasm + sadness + anger )
Their magic clashed while they didn't even lift a finger. The orange flames and the purple lightning manifested themselves in the atmosphere unsolicited.
" What the hell is this? Both of them can cast high grade spells without chants?!"
Henry gasped.
" Is this really the time to be admiring them, Henry?! We have to stop them else the whole vicinity is going to be a waste land!!"
Otto: " This is bad news! I can feel Carseain's magic on the verge of Berserking!"
