Lance Mana 2

Black lightning coiled around Arthur as his eyes searched for his next target. Just before he could move again, the ground rose around his feet, anchoring him in place.

Stop gawking and help, I told myself.

Using the water from the nearby pond as a catalyst, I shaped it into a giant frozen spear. As soon as I launched it, I felt Elder Camus push my ten-foot spear of ice with his wind magic, accelerating it to a speed that I couldn’t have achieved on my own.

Our cooperative attack tore through the air, spiraling viciously toward Arthur. Except, the man in question was still in place, staring straight at the giant spear of ice with only a hand up in defense.

Is he not going to try and dodge?

I thought about dispersing the spell, but Commander Virion had stressed how we needed to be serious about this in order to help Arthur.

To my surprise, just when the spell was inches away, my spell dispersed. Arthur was still pushed back from the gale surrounding my attack, but the ice spear that I had conjured had shattered.

Camus shot me a look as if asking whether I had been the one or not. I quickly shook my head, my brows knit in confusion.

I’m sure it wasn’t me.

Arthur got back to his feet, unaffected—rather with a hint of satisfaction on his face.

The elders and I all exchanged glances, no one completely sure exactly what had transpired.