{Wow, I didn't know it was your birthday today, Ryker. Happy Birthday!}
Bestie cheered, producing a party popper from out of nowhere and pulling the string, which sent holographic confetti flying every which way.
[... It's not his birthday,] Mini C replied in his usual deadpan, brushing the intangible confetti from out of his hair.
"Haha, well, it might as well be!"
Immediately, Ryker stretched out a finger, the spellbook and focus in his hands floating into the air as a red glow enveloped them.
"Magic Missile!"
The red aura from the magic tools soon merged with his own rising mana, the mana circuits in his body thrumming with energy as he shouted out the spell's name. As soon as the words left his mouth, the red light reached a crescendo of brilliance, and the 'Atreides' focus whirred incessantly in the background, a faint smell of something burning starting to fill the air…
