Jax stood concentrated on the sphere in his hand.
Manipulating it. Testing its limits. Feeling the dark energy respond to his copied signature.
Around him, murmurs rippled through the crowd.
"Did you see that?"
"How is that possible?"
"What kind of skill was that?"
General Ithris leaned toward his daughter.
"Nerith. Did he use magic nullification?"
It was the only explanation that made sense. A rare ability that could neutralize incoming magical attacks.
Nerith stared at Jax.
The man who had just caught a lethal attack like it was a toy.
Who was now... scolding it--the sphere itself, something which was too overpowered a moment ago.
"I don't know," she whispered.
Because magic copying? That wasn't something anyone had ever heard of. Such a skill didn't exist in any records.
Nullification was the only logical answer.
Then Nerith's eyes widened.
Jax had done something to the sphere.
In his hand now rested a weapon.
A stupid-looking boomerang made from the black rod.
