The Headmaster coughed darkly. The spatial domain seemed to be affecting him too, his hands had been corrupted with a strange red pallor.
"This damned space..."
"AKOBAR."
Magic seemed to be packed within his voice.
The black domain shuddered.
Through the darkness 14 spears shot forth, engulfed in blinding auras of different colors.
They began circling Julius and the Headmaster in the air as if they all had a will of their own.
The headmaster chuckled to himself amusedly.
"Took me a while to get the entire collection. I had to pay Raktar a petty price for a broken spear. I still haven't found the right blacksmith for the job."
"Well."
He looked around calmly.
"Which one will it be? Don't waste my time."
The Headmaster held a hand out.
Each of the glorious spears began slowing down in their circling movement before finally dropping down.
