Chapter 7 A Sudden Shift

With the complete embodiment of the spell interlaced with his thoughts, he kept his hand forward with his intentions clear: to part the fallen leaves.

Come…Wind Sphere, he thought.

His eyes were still closed as he invoked the magecraft through his mind with a hope unlike that of an ignorant child’s; he didn’t know whether it had worked or not yet, but against his palm, he felt a brisk wind.

So deeply believing in the flow of wind in all aspects, the unmistakable feeling of a stable breeze was something he couldn’t perceive as real or not until he parted his eyelids.

Fwoosh.

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