In the dim room, the flickering flame was particularly glaring.
By the time the man in the white robes snapped out of his shock, the dancing Flame had already flickered into his line of sight.
"A Trick... is that a Flaming Arrow?"
The white-robed man raised an eyebrow at the sight of the familiar opening gesture.
He knew the power of a Flaming Arrow all too well.
Thus, he felt no fear. Instead, he grew deeply interested in the fact that Roland could cast a Trick.
But even as the thought crossed his mind, his movements showed no hesitation.
Even if a Flaming Arrow had limited power, it was still a Trick that shared its origin with Magic.
In his currently weakened state, taking it head-on would be an unwise move.
Just as he prepared to step aside and dodge, the light on Roland's fingertip suddenly surged.
In an instant, the tiny flicker of flame swelled into a palm-sized fireball.
'How is this possible? That was clearly just a Trick...'
