I gather up my magic. Then I take a deep breath. My body is trembling from the sheer amount of power I am about to unleash.
I grin as I feel how powerful this body of Lyrica really is. I just hope that the bandit elf will be able to take this or else this will decimate the surrounding forest.
Then I close my eyes and focus on my magic, feeling it flow like a raging river during a tropical typhoon. And then, I let it burst from inside me, and towards the elf.
The bandit leader is caught off guard by the sudden surge of elemental magic. She uses dark magic and tries to parry. However, even with the strength of dark magic, she is still pushed back several feet away.
Her dark spell vanishes into thin air as she struggles to regain her footing. Same as mine.
I smirk at the result. "Looks like pure elemental magic is not so weak after all," I taunt. In the meantime, it is a draw between two different types of magic.
