Elvira glanced at him, her eyes glinting. "Yes, my beloved.
It seems your understanding of magic kept getting better."
Ben snorted softly. "What, you thought I'd stay clueless forever?" He leaned closer to the table. "So what's the end goal here?"
"A more stable energy.
Easier to control," she said, her voice turning serious. "After our fight with the Magus, I started experimenting, studying how he shaped his spells."
She tapped her finger again.
The projection above the table shifted and formed a new image.
A dragon made entirely of lightning appeared.
It moved through the air above the table, its long body crackling with flowing arcs of current.
Each flap of its wings sent ripples of blue and white through the room, casting flickering shadows on the walls.
It twisted, dove, and roared.
Then, with a sharp beat of its wings, the dragon climbed high into the projection's imaginary sky.
Elvira raised her hand, her eyes glowing faintly, and snapped her fingers.
