Chapter 859: Teach the Essence of Magic

Then, like a bolt of lightning, Imeng sprang into action. Without a second thought, he reached into the depths of his magical reserves. The air around him crackled with energy as he conjured a small, vibrant green orb of light in the palm of his hand. It shimmered with an otherworldly radiance, as bright as the midday sun.

Fein watched in awe as Imeng's eyes narrowed in concentration. With a flick of his wrist, he hurled the glowing sphere towards Bartholomew, precisely aiming for his open mouth. The orb sailed through the air, leaving a trail of ethereal sparks in its wake. Time seemed to slow as it approached its target, every detail etched into Fein's mind.