"It's cold... I wonder who is practicing in the midst of this cold..." Wilhelmina uttered under her breath. She then followed the presence of the surge of mana she felt, going in the direction where the big and tall trees are located.
The surging of mana she sensed is getting stronger, and it was not only one or two types of mana. It seems as if there are several people practicing in such a cold weather.
(Is it the village's guards, or some knights stationed at the village...?) (Wilhelmina)
"I wonder who is-" (Wilhelmina)
*Whoosh!*
Her words stopped by the scene of beautiful purple particles gathering and forming a giant form. But it doesn't stop there.
The man that utilized and made the purple particles dispersed them and shifted to wind magic. He continues to change from one element to another, making a beautiful spectacle with the spells and the way he utilizes those various mana.
