The tightly shut secret room was finally opened, and Anthony, with a weary step, walked out from it, immediately surrounded by the gathered wizards.
"Master, are you alright?" A female witch, who was closest, hurried forward, attempting to support Anthony.
Even from the outside, they could hear the rumbling thunder within the secret room, the intensity of the energy had reached the levels of fifth or sixth-circle magic, far more dangerous than any experiment before.
"Fula, I am fine, no serious harm," Anthony waved his hand to decline the support from the others, and then shook his head with a sigh. "It's a pity, it still failed!"
"Master, you just need some time, there will be another thunderous day," the witch named Fula consoled him.
To forge a new path in magic was no easy task. Her teacher being able to command the natural force of thunder and create corresponding magic was already an incredible feat.
