After roughly thirty minutes, Rael had recovered a bit of his aether while at the same time picking up some points from what he could only call scientific gibberish Xaphxan was telling him.
Regardless, he could already make out a way he believed the spell might work for him, except it probably won't be more of a bolt anymore, but all he needed was the destructibility of the spell.
Rael held his sword, bringing the tip closer to his forehead, about to use the WarMaster's Precision along with the process of casting the Eye of Critic spell to use his sword as a circuit. But Suddenly, loud unknown sounds started resounding from every corner of the woods around the territory.
Rael slowly dropped his sword to his side as he got up, his eyes staring at nowhere in particular since the sounds were coming from different directions. Yasmin too had to break her meditation and rise to her feet, her already fierce expression becoming cold.
