Jorne already knew from previous encounters that Ashies was far from an ordinary mage.

Though he was no expert in magic, as a seasoned warrior and chieftain of his people, he possessed finely honed instincts from surviving countless battles. Even with his sharpened senses, he had no illusions—had Ashies directed her magic at him, he would have been utterly defenseless.

Reacting to her magic?

Dodging a spell with no visible signs of casting?

Even running mental simulations, no scenario ended in his victory.

Ashies’ presence was enigmatic. Jorne couldn’t detect even a fragment of bloodlust from her, even as she systematically massacred the wyverns.

She pressed her thumb against her middle finger and snapped.

An ice falcon materialized, taking flight. The wyverns grew cautious, retreating to maintain distance, but the falcon pursued relentlessly as if it had a will of its own. It soared through the skies, hunting the wyverns as if the heavens were its domain.

Finally, the falcon caught up to one.

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Upon contact, the ice falcon exploded, unleashing a wave of frost that engulfed the wyvern. Encased in ice, the creature plummeted to the ground, shattering into countless crystal fragments upon impact.

It was a spell that would leave even the most renowned noble mages speechless. But Ashies’ exceptional talent had its roots in several factors.

Before being sealed in an ice crystal, Ashies had already been the most gifted mage in her kingdom.

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