Theodore approached with caution, his eyes filled with skepticism as he wondered about the mysterious gift possessed by Caser. "What enchantment do you possess..." he began to inquire.
"Boom!"
A deafening explosion shattered the air, unleashing a surge of magical force right before Theodore's eyes. He was propelled through the air, crashing through a fragile window and tumbling into the manor below, his appearance disheveled and pitiable!
"My deepest apologies. You see, dear Theodore, a so-called vision is but the untamed manifestation of uncontrolled magic, a display of magic gone astray," Caser nonchalantly explained, his words lacking genuine remorse. "Therefore, this was merely an unintended occurrence."
Creating a vision is no simple feat. With Caser's exceptional mental and magical prowess, releasing control and intentionally allowing magic to surge forth in its untamed form was effortless for him!
These words prompted Alexander to stir with frustration, his fists clenched tightly. Yet, he couldn't entirely blame Theodore. It was Theodore, his own son, who had initiated the confrontation and persisted in witnessing the elusive vision. Caser's words held a degree of truth—the vision was indeed born out of uncontrollable magical power. If one could harness it, it wouldn't be deemed a runaway phenomenon.
Hence, even if Caser boldly declared, "I did it intentionally," to Alexander's face, the irate father could not exact revenge upon him.
Overwhelmed by concern for his son, Alexander suppressed the urge to draw his wand, storming out of the manor with a disdainful snort, determined to locate Caser.
Witnessing this turn of events, Caser couldn't help but let out a wistful sigh. He had anticipated Alexander's inability to resist launching an attack, envisioning a captivating magical duel that would cost him nothing. After all, Alexander and his wife wielded their wands not as mere adornments. Furthermore, this was the sacred territory of the Marcel family, where guests were compelled by both decorum and reason to rally behind them. Should Alexander dare to incite chaos, he would find himself swiftly subdued.
However, compared to this tantalizing prospect, Alexander and his wife found themselves captivated by what they had just witnessed. "Caser, did that truly transpire? Could you have summoned forth a vision long ago?" they inquired, their eyes brimming with curiosity.
They harbored no ill will towards Caser for withholding this information, understanding that as a traveler, he had exuded maturity and sagacity from a young age. In their eyes, Caser must have had valid reasons for maintaining silence.
"Yes," Caser responded, dismissing any arguments put forth by his parents. "However, I hesitated, for I believed that losing control was an unfavorable occurrence. Thus, I steadfastly clung to the reins of restraint."
These words left the assembled guests awestruck, their senses still reeling from Caser's earlier expulsion.
What had they borne witness to? A prodigy, who from a tender age, had mastered the delicate art of magical control, stood before them!
This transcended the realm of rarity—a once-in-a-century or eternally extraordinary level. Caser without a doubt, embodied an unmatched individual. Throughout the annals of wizarding history, never had such a peerless genius graced the world!
The advent of a vision symbolized prodigious talent—a notion unanimously agreed upon within the wizarding realm. Future wizards bereft of such visions would invariably prove to possess inherently limited magical potency.
Yet, the cataclysmic explosion had left Alexander's and Caser's faces contorted with pain, their pride
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