"Sit down, Ronan, relax, I'm not going to eat you."
The beautiful witch casually tapped the air in front of her, and a gentle wave of energy rippled out. Immediately, a luxurious and beautiful high-backed chair "grew" beneath Ronan.
Although it looked like it was formed from sand and clay, when Ronan sat down, it felt unexpectedly comfortable and soft.
An Earth Wizard?
Ronan speculated silently. This level of micro-level control over Earth Magic was something he hadn't seen in his life.
Perhaps she was on the verge of stepping out of the mist or had already stepped out of it... truly powerful.
"Thank you, Ring Master."
Ronan sat down on the chair with a touch of restraint. On the Combat Arena, he had been unrivaled, daring to compete with many second-level wizards, even challenging top-tier second-level wizards like Clements, all with unmatched grace despite being only a Level 1 wizard.
