'Thank you, Brother Aventine…'
Hearing Melia's words as he sat looking at the clock, Aventine sighed in relief.
'Made it.'
The desk in front of him was a mess of papers, enchanted metals, gemstones, occult powders, and cursed trinkets.
Calculations filled every available surface, outlining an original Light Magic spell.
It was made in haste.
Aventine had not crammed something like that ever since he dropped out of high school.
Luckily, with the
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