Chapter 1295: Condensing a Violet Core (Part 1)

"Air magic is not as simple as you make it. You are just using power where finesse would work much better. Look carefully. Brezza!" Lith twirled his index and medium finger into a short spiral, the rune of air.

He created a gentle breeze that turned into a strong wind and then into a series of air blades that progressively cut a bush shorter until it was shaved off the ground. Aran was still watching with his mouth agape when a small bolt of lightning turned the now exposed roots into a charred mass.

"One rune, one word, and yet four different effects." Lith showed Aran his right arm where a snake-shaped lightning kept slithering from his fingertips to his elbow.

Leria stopped her training to admire the conjured creature. The snake was so life-like that it hissed at Aran, baring its radiant fangs when he tried to touch it.

"How do you do that, Uncle?" She asked.