Bab 880: The Most Powerful Brother

The morning sun peeked through the windows, casting a gentle glow on the table where Imeng and Fein sat, sipping their steaming cups of tea. Imeng leaned back in his chair, a look of serene satisfaction on his face, while Fein reclined comfortably, his legs stretched out before him.

Imeng took a slow sip of his tea, relishing the warmth that spread through his body. He looked at Fein with a knowing smile and asked, "So, Fein, what's the plan for today's magical shenanigans?"

Fein leaned forward, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Well, Master, I've been practicing those spell combinations you taught me. Gotta say, they're pretty wicked. I was thinking of taking it up a notch and adding some flashy elemental enchantments to the mix. You know, spice things up a bit."