"Hmm?"
Roland stared at the fireball dancing on his fingertip, a slight arch in his brow.
'Is it just my imagination?'
'The process of gathering Magic Elements seems... smoother than usual?'
This smoothness didn't come from Pikachu Tress's blessing, but from within himself.
It was as if an invisible yet resilient Power had quietly emerged from the depths of his consciousness.
Like an unseen framework, it subtly stabilized the convergence of the Fire Element, making the flow of his Magic Power more precise, even a fraction faster.
The sensation was incredibly faint, like a pebble dropped into a deep pool, its ripples vanishing before they could even spread.
Had his Spirit not been so highly focused at this moment, he would have barely noticed it.
Roland gently shook his head, dispelling the strange feeling, then held his breath and focused his attention.
