Lysira hovered midair, one hand outstretched, directing it all like a conductor before an orchestra. Her expression was playful, but her control was terrifying. The structure assembled itself with mathematical precision.
Max stepped back slowly, eyes wide, his lips parted but speechless
Alina stood with her arms fallen to her sides, her usual sharp words missing from her mouth. She looked up at the castle with something close to disbelief. "This... can magic even be used like this?" she said softly. "And she's not even using a wand... This must be her unique magic,"
"Common magic can never be cast without a wand... Does Professor Lysira have unique magic?"
Alina guessed this was her unique magic, right? But what was it? Telekinesis? Or something like that? Alina, of course, tried to guess based on everything she had learned and read in books, and the closest thing to this was telekinesis one of the very rare and unique types of magic.
