After Airin demonstrated the [Magic Missile], Ruvian repositioned himself parallel to the training dummy, maintaining a distance of 10 Metres from the target.
Now, it was his turn to apply what he had learned.
Airin took his wand, to allow him to cast his first spell without any supporting tool.
The Polaris members, who only moments ago were absorbed in their own drills, turned their attention to him.
He could feel that pressure in his bones; eyes prickling along his spine, narrowing his margins for error.
Their anticipation did not help him at all.
'Let's see…'
Firstly, he chanted the incantation of the [Magic Missile].
"Formless sea of ambient flux. Obey and compress at my word. Yield your chaos. Release."
Soon, the mana stirred in response like thin threads loosening from his Spellcore.
There was a huge difference between his Spellcore and Airin's. So, he understood immediately that replicating what Airin did was impossible.
