A thud.
A bird—some mana-sensitive hawk species, likely drawn by the spike—fell from the sky in a clean spiral. No blood. No visible wound. Its wings never closed. Its body just stopped working.
A bird—some mana-sensitive hawk species, likely drawn by the spike—fell from the sky in a clean spiral. No blood. No visible wound. Its wings never closed. Its body just stopped working.
Dead before it realized what it flew into.
Leonard lowered his hand, eyes still calm.
The mana vanished. All of it. No residue. No echo. As if the spell had never existed.
Only the bird, still falling, served as proof.
Jasmine stared at the sky, jaw slightly slack. "…That wasn't flash. What was that spell….It looked oddly similar to Irina's but it was way more specific…"
Jasmine exhaled slowly. "That wasn't just power. That was… built."
