They froze, their eyes wide and their mouths opened agape. The sheer speed and force of what Arty had just done wasn't just surprising. It was beyond belief.
For Esther, who had spent years honing her craft as a witch and had achieved the level of an adept caster, the reality was harsh. Even she needed moments of focus to weave her spells and even then, she could only manage one spell at a time.
Yet Arty had lifted herself into the air with wind Magic, then conjured a destructive fireball of immense strength within mere heartbeats. To perform that at her age was simply too amazing.
Esther's staff trembled slightly in her grip. "That… that's not normal," she muttered under her breath.
Hidden among the shadows, the assassin's smirk had vanished. His eyes narrowed sharply as he watched the girl still hovering in the air. His mind reeled at what he had just witnessed.
