"But you are fortunate to become... the first to witness this power of mine.."
Ronan casually drew a beautiful sword flower, the pale blue flames attached to the blade wrapped around him like silk, with strands of power unique to the Magic Domain slowly escaping.
His gaze towards Linus was filled with pity.
Linus' face, flushed with excitement and ecstasy, instantly froze, as if he had been savagely kicked in the stomach, his mouth slightly agape as he stood still.
"Is... is this a second type of Extraordinary Magic Realm?"
But Ronan did not answer him again.
Ronan gripped the longsword, casually walking toward Linus.
The tip of the sword in his hand trailed on the grass, leaving a long charred mark along the way.
Ronan took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the convulsing pain that came from his mind, and his speed began to pick up, his muscles moving as if a precise and complex machine.
