As I stood amidst the swirling vortex of disembodied souls, the dark energy and their negative energy pulsating through the air like a dark symphony, an eerie wail of despair reverberating through the pitch-black night, I couldn't help but smile, letting out a soft chuckle.
Carefully selecting a relatively untainted spot, I gathered bits of wood from shattered carts, splintered doors, and fractured chairs and tables. With a focused gaze and a swift flick of my wrist, I conjured fire with my newfound mastery over magic.
"True Source, look" I mused aloud, a grin stretching across my face. "I've become quite the magician, haven't I? Now I can even summon fire with a mere thought."
🕊️You're progressing beautifully, my child.🕊️