My excitement did not end, because there was this thought in my head that was telling me that I finally had the spell with which I could keep my friends and those who had no clue about the incoming madness, safe.
All the properties of this spell meant that I could fry whatever Khaaz demons came close and keep everyone safe inside that field of electricity.
There was obviously something wrong inside the camp that would stop me from doing so, from the unknown effect that was suppressing the power of the Adepts in the camp to the fact that some of the Adepts here were from another continent, and Magus Academy, the Conclave of Ysmar.
Pushing down my excitement was one of the hardest things I had ever done, but I knew that being hasty would not serve me.
I had the time to prepare and understand all of my spells and push my power forward.
Haste would do nothing but cause me unneeded pain.
