Seeing Aether gather thickly in the air, Elvira only smiled.
"Aether or mana, in the end, both are nothing more than sources of energy."
Her mind drifted back to the research she had poured herself into. She had studied teleportation circles, magic encryption, and countless layers of magical runes.
After breaking them down one by one, she reached a single conclusion.
Magic was nothing but energy molded by a formation. Complex patterns held it together, each Magus imprinting their own signature into the weave.
That uniqueness was what made foreign interference nearly impossible, every spell carried the caster's brand.
But Elvira had knowledge from Ben's old world. Through that knowledge, she discovered something else: all formations resonated at frequencies. Strike the right one, and the spell would collapse on its own.
For mana-based spells, her control was absolute. As long as her mana exceeded the caster's, she could erase it outright.
