The first thing I heard was Lothair's voice, casual and unhurried, as though she knew well that I could listen to her while I'm practicing my point of view control of Unspoiled Farsight.
"Take a good look at what spellcasting can truly do, my cute wifey~"
Lafarhul advanced toward Lothair like there was no tomorrow.
She folded from the sky like a judgment—a red streak collapsing inward into a vertical column of continuous blazing acceleration, all of it aimed at Lothair with the kind of conviction that left no room for course correction.
The air pressure alone arrived before she did.
Yet, Lothair smiled.
From her spatial storage, she pulled something I had never seen before—a staff, though calling it a staff felt like a categorical failure.
