Lucius could not believe his eyes.
'How is this possible?
He had already stopped trying to control all the spells he started. His entire focus was on one spell only and it was the easiest spell for Lucius since ages, a simple spark of fire. But no matter how much he tried, he could not make it work. His spell was always canceled at the last second, the spark of fire never appearing.
He never felt something like this before. This feeling of futility. When he witnessed Eliseline fighting with Savine, he felt that it was impressive that the two of them could cancel each other's spells before they even take effect, but that was that. He only felt impressed. He never really felt the helplessness of losing something you took for granted.
Lucius looked down on Savine when he first heard about her. He felt she was a hack. A scammer who lied her way into the nobility of Fest, and was now worming her way into Eliseline's head using those same lies.
