For a mage, their magic is proof of their existence.
The spells they create define the entirety of how they live.
So imagine pouring your knowledge, dedication, inspiration, and time into a single thing you can proudly call your own—
only for someone else to copy it.
To steal a mage's spell—
was practically declaring war.
.
Poor Lorenzo.
Very poor Lorenzo.
Because at this moment—
he wasn't fighting Apollo Lionheart.
And that person copied a spell from the very thing that helped save your sanity after they nearly destroyed it in the first place.
Apollo was beyond mad.
Thunder Aura was a spell he had dedicated to my savior.
Astro.
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APOLLO'S POV
"First."
I pointed at Lorenzo.
"You ruin my childhood."
Another finger.
"And now my spell."
A terrifying silence followed.
Alicia slowly took one step backward.
The Emperor took one step backward.
Even Jeremiah became suspiciously quiet.
Even the four ducal knights halted their attacks.
