Staffs are a very important component for mages. They can significantly reduce the amount of mana spent in activating a single spell.
There also exist spells that can’t be activated without a staff.
Without a mage’s staff, they cannot use mana beams. Their foundational skills are all dependent on it. Most mages can’t fly without their staffs.
Mana consumption is usually just not worth it. It’s why the staffs ca to be in the first place.
Now Roe was effectively playing in a field he’d never charted in before.
Going at it with mages without the use of his staff.
"Light Talent. No 36.
Blades of Purity."
Both Beatrix and Gwen chanted.
This ti, the entire sky shined a golden bright.
"You’ve got to be kidding ," Roe shouted, then grinned with a smile.
"No 71.
Panel Suit."
Description: It was a solar-powered suit that ran on solar energy.
He just stood there as all the blades descended.
The suit was overcharged, and both mages had expended more than they had expected.
The sound of the final blades colliding was deafening.
"I’m guessing even he couldn’t have survived that," Edward said.
Ursula was the only one who doubted.
She teleported using a basic spell, right at the point of impact.
That’s when it happened.
Energy can never be created nor destroyed, but can be transford from one form to another.
The universal law of energy as proposed by the mage known as Vlad.
An impact was heard and seen by all.
Ursula made contact with the electric field behind her.
She looked unconscious.
The mont she reached the impact point, Roe was already waiting for her.
His suit was supercharged and needed to let off steam.
She just happened to be close by.
"An S rank done. A couple of A ranks to go," he said.
"So that did in fact do that," Edward said as he recounted his previous statent.
"Let’s drain him!" Finna shouted.
She initiated the sa attack Sigman did.
The Space Talent’s Mass Destructor.
There was no staff this ti to hold it back.
He would definitely need to switch up his strategy a bit.
Beatrix and Gwen looked at each other.
They both knew they couldn’t sustain a spell of the sa proportion again, but they could at least send so blades in his direction, limiting his mobility.
This way, the orb could have better chances of making contact.
"Winter Talent."
Zach chanted.
The talent had just co into existence.
It had no prior history.
Its spells were not numbered.
Zach could use them as he wished.
Flakes began to fall.
One made contact.
Roe’s hand imdiately began to freeze.
He waited for it to go solid frozen.
They thought he was mad, or maybe he was giving up.
He wasn’t.
His hand was now completely still, aning it now possessed potential energy.
’Where to use it?
Who wants so?’ he thought.
’Right here, right?’
He instantly zipped behind their lines and struck Max out cold.
The explosion of energy knocked him out.
His hand was back to its regular state.
He was now surrounded by the rest of them.
Spells ca in, one after the other.
Before he knew it, he was in the sky.
Up here.
Way too high.
He sighed.
This was a vortex spell.
"Wind energy, I command that. I thought you would have figured it out by now."
He compressed all that wind.
He landed.
He needed sowhere, soone, to dispose of this energy with.
He looked to the girls, Gwen and Beatrix.
They were already running low.
"I’m sending this your way!" he shouted.
The compressed energy beam, pure wind, knocked them both out.
"We aren’t getting anywhere!" Edward shouted.
He was clearly beginning to panic.
"Yeah? So what do you suggest we do?" Zach inquired.
"If only Modred were here," he added.
Edward didn’t respond.
He knew it was the truth.
Modred was particularly good when it ca to these kinds of things.
Modred was, in this case, stopped too soon.
He never got the ball rolling.
"Hey, you have Soul Magic. So use it!" Edward shouted.
"Soul Magic. No 1.
Lost Souls."
Verdona chanted.
Undead began to rise.
She gave them a single order.
They were instructed to attack.
Full force.
The little monsters attacked.
They didn’t seem like dead n.
They were more like children.
All it took were energy pulses.
They didn’t even co close to impressing Roe.
He was their proctor after all.
"I think I’ve seen enough," Randolph said.
"I know how to put you down.
I really do."
Roe looked confused.
He didn’t respond.
"Wanna bet?" Randolph edged him.
’He’s edging .
It’s a spell, right?
Yeah, it’s a spell, isn’t it?’
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Inside the barrier, Sigman and John were busy trying to figure out a way to escape.
"If only Modred could talk right now, we would be out of here," Sigman said.
"Modred, huh? So he’s that kind of guy?" John asked.
"Well, in situations like this, Modred is the best kind."
The mbers of Set B all had an unspoken respect for him.
Edward thought Modred could sort things out outside, and Sigman thought he could sort them out inside.
He just couldn’t right now because he was stuck to the field. The Potential Trope was still active, so he wasn’t even able to move. Not a muscle.
It was like he was in a suspended state of animation. He was clearly alive but just couldn’t move or interact.
"Wait. He can’t move, right? That’s because of the laws of potentiality." John was on a roll.
"Well, let’s make him move. That should nullify the spell," John said.
"Well, except he can’t move. He’s connected to that field and stuff," Sigman replied.
"There’s more than one way to move a mage. If we can get his mana flowing—"
"Say no more."
Sigman approached Modred.
"I hope this works," he said as he channelled mana through, hoping to get Modred’s own reserves to react.
"Ok, that’s enough," Modred replied.
"He can talk. It worked. It worked!" John exclaid.
"Well, here’s what we’re going to do," Modred said.
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