The black-haired boy appeared in the back of the Academy's building – right on the spot where the second- and third-year students were supposed to have their mandatory duels.
Right in front in the very middle of the marked arena, a gigantic icicle – with the diameter of the entire fountain in the front of the Academy - was sticking out of the ground unaffected by the temperature outside, it didn't bear any traces of melting at all.
"..."
Just being in its presence was enough to slow down the flow of mana in the body of any magician aside from the few chosen ones wielding the ice attribute, and Zoemi was no different...
...so he simply switched his enchantments into that of an ice attribute ones, getting rid of the problem entirely...
|This would probably also serve as an evidence or something, but I need to replenish my mana...|
The black-haired boy thought to himself while reaching his hand to the transparent pillar and...
*CRACK*
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