"By my will, this pattern forms, Magic flows takes shape, transform."
"By my will, this pattern forms, Magic flows takes shape, transform."
He echoed Theo's words.
A magical pattern began to shine before Theo's palm.
Following suit, Damien expected to see it before his own palm… but nothing happened.
"Damien, that's not it. It's 'By my will, this pattern forms, Magic flows, takes shape, transform.' Just reciting it isn't enough if you don't get every word right," Theo corrected.
Oh no, oh no! He thought he had been repeating the spell accurately, but he must have made a mistake somewhere.
Determined to get it right this time, he recited the spell exactly as Theo had said it.
"By my will, this pattern forms, Magic flows, takes shape, transform."
...…Still nothing happened.
Theo looked puzzled… or maybe his expression asked what Damien was doing?