Epherene focused her thoughts, defining the intent of her spell with precision. She selected the categories that aligned with its purpose and connected a circuit to channel its energy. The process could be described simply, requiring no superfluous complexity.0

Epherene believed in her talent, and thus she disregarded ornamental flourishes and intricate techniques, directing her focus on the fundamental essence of magic—its compression and heating. With the theory of Iron Man by Deculein instilled in her body and soul, it guided her as she extended her hand with measured precision, her movements deliberate and unhurried.0

Whooooom…0

The bracelet she wore, her personal artifact, began to glow with a brilliant blue light, its radiance awakening the mana buried deep within her core. The unleashed energy spread outward, swirling into the air before coalescing along her arm, coiling like a living stream of power.0

"Haah!"0

With a focus shout, she thrust her hand forward, unleashing the spell she had prepared. It was a wind property spell, belonging to the destructive category—the Cry of the Tempest.0

Whoooooosh—!0

The tempest burst from her palm, unraveling into countless threads of wind that slammed against the distant boulder with crushing force. In an instant, the massive stone fractured, splitting from its edges to its very core before crumbling into a cascade of fine fragments.0

“Hehe.”0

The spell’s execution was flawless—every detail, from its intricate design to its overwhelming force and precision, radiated perfection. A smile of pride curved on Epherene’s lips as she blew gently, dispersing the delicate wisps of smoke that coiled around her palm.0

Then she turned to the professor observing her from afar and called out, “Epherene, demonstration complete, Professor!"0

Deculein made notes on a document, part of the ongoing evaluation process. The task required assessing the strengths and weaknesses of knights and mages to forge well-balanced...0