She nodded and stepped forward, then shielded her right eye. The odd black patterns appeared in her left eye and her pupil mechanically contracted and dilated.
This was her probe magic - The Eye of Exploration.
It could trace the origins of an object.
Hence, her specialization in this art made her terrible in all the other forms of magic.
Only the mass-producing wizard group of the graveyard could possibly accommodate such a witch, existing solely for others.
Someone from the wizard group worriedly said, "I think the vortex must have a limited capacity, there must be a few tanks of water stored behind it."
"Yeah... I think so too," replied a rather sleazy-looking young wizard apprentice with a large nose looking both indecent and foolish. "But that Ivita was able to incorporate such intriguing structure onto the fragile water elemental, she's really a genius. No wonder our ancestors coveted her."
A witch sighed, "Even just summoning a pure water elemental is not easy."
