As Ash sat down in a lotus position and began to meditate, his breathing slowed, and his senses drew inward.
He focused on the center of his chest, where his magic circle resided. With his inner vision, the intricate formation soon came into view, softly glowing like a familiar old friend.
He stared at it quietly for a few moments. It was strange—just a few months ago, he had formed this circle with such excitement, believing it to be the start of his magical journey. And now, here he was, about to destroy it.
A strange wave of nostalgia washed over him, as if he were saying goodbye to a piece of himself. But he pushed those feelings aside. This was not the time for sentiment.
Gritting his teeth, Ash willed the mana within the circle to go berserk, to twist and turn and force the structure to collapse under pressure.
The magic circle resisted. As expected, it clung to its existence, unwilling to shatter so easily.
