Both hands flashed with mana. He heard Rav behind him. Oberyn crossed his arms and let out a scream, flooding the air around him with unstable mana. The atmosphere cracked - and then, an explosion erupted from his body, so hot it scorched the mist.
The clouds dissipated.
Rav floated nearby on a cloud, fanning himself. Decoy had retrieved her boomerang. The training dummy was now a smoldering pile of ash.
"Good work, as always," Rav winked. "You pass."
"What was that just now?" Oberyn asked, eyes still locked on the clearing fog.
"My inner world. Advanced technique. Maybe I'll teach you to find yours someday."
Rav crossed his arms. "If you fight an enemy Magician with trepidation, you'll die. I know you believe your magic is powerful, but you have no idea what another Magician is capable of. There can be no restraint."
