Shadow Moon Tower, specialized Witchcraft Practice Room.
The practice room spanned five hundred square meters. Its walls, floor, and ceiling were all forged from "Abyssal Resistance Alloy," their surfaces covered in dense arrays of Protective Runes.
Even a Level Two Wizard going all out in here could only be withstood for a little over ten minutes.
Ian stood in the center of the practice room. Gaga squatted in the safe zone in the corner, its small eyes fixed on him without blinking.
'Let's begin.'
Ian took a deep breath and raised his right hand.
He opened his fingers, palm facing up.
No Spell, no gestures, just a simple flicker of his will.
BZZZT!
Three fine Energy Threads burst forth from his palm.
Two were ice-blue, bone-chillingly cold. Wherever they passed, the air condensed into fine frost flowers.
One was golden-red, searingly hot. The light around it distorted, and the temperature climbed sharply.
The three threads merged into one!
