Chapter 193: Lightning Breakthrough
The Class S training chamber beneath the academy pulsed with arcane tension. Reinforced stone walls, etched with ancient runes, absorbed the noise and shockwaves from countless spells. It was late afternoon, and the chamber was alive with movement.
In one corner, Marcus and Seraphina clashed in a spell-only sparring match. Streams of blue fire from Marcus twisted through the air, countered by shimmering blades of metallic energy conjured by Seraphina. Neither dared to blink—each strike carried serious weight.
Elsewhere, Selene trained alone, summoning jagged spears of ice from the ground and launching them toward moving targets. Each spell was precise, devastating, and chilling in more ways than one.
Near the back, Elyra stood calmly, weaving threads of support magic, reinforcing barriers, and amplifying nearby mana flows. Where the others clashed, she calculated—strengthening and controlling the battlefield like a tactician.
At the center stood Noel, alone in a designated circle. His shirt clung to his back, soaked in sweat, and his breathing was sharp, shoulders tense. Mana surged beneath his skin—angry, coiled, begging to be released.
Across from him, Professor Daemar watched in silence. The older man’s purple eyes were focused, his posture still, the edge of interest barely visible on his stoic expression.
"Don’t force it," Daemar instructed. "It’s not a sword. It’s more like a storm. Let it come to you."
Noel closed his eyes. His fingers twitched. A flicker of mana sparked between them—familiar, but volatile.
And then—
CRACK.
A flash of white-blue lightning shot from his outstretched hand, instantaneous and merciless. It wasn’t a slow spell or a building surge—it was pure destruction in its most direct form. The bolt struck the reinforced far wall, carving a blackened scar into the stone, and the smell of ozone filled the chamber.
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