Theo fights the King with a magic-formed crystal sword in his hand. The blade is one manifestation of Thea's endless magic resonance.
It is a shame that Thea had died. If she had been trained as a magus, she would have been the most powerful one to ever exist.
Theo is slightly distracted. His regret over Thea's demise has never been this strong before. He is witnessing a young woman's potential that could never be realized by her.
Such a shame.
And a distraction amid battle, no matter how small, is dangerous.
He feels a sting on his left upper arm. Something has cut him. He looks down and sees blood. His focus snaps back instantly.
He attacks the King with renewed strength, with a single, clear thought.
I'm ending this.
Wind blades whirl from his hand. Thousands of them.
"I'm bored with this," he says calmly. "I'm not playing anymore."
He floats backward and sends three lightning strikes at the King, so fast it has no time to dodge even one.
