A fireball formed and shot out toward one of the walls.
It crashed into it, creating a small explosion, yet when the smoke from it was gone, not a single scratch could be seen on the wood.
Silas had just created a spell without a magic circle.
Looking at what his spell had done, Silas didn't show anything on his face and continued to practice with this spell-creation method.
It wasn't his best creation method, but if he could perfect it, he knew exactly what he could do with it.
The thing he was about to do was not only going to help the people around him, but it would also help himself in ways the people of this planet could never imagine.
Silas might have looked like a young adult in his early 20s or late teens, but he had only spent about 12 years on Gilea.
Yet, despite having spent enough time on the planet to be called a child, he knew enough about the people in it that he could call them narrow-minded without doubting his words.
