Boris started chanting as he held the silver needle in his hand. After a while, it started shaking maniacally, resulting in a series of buzzing sounds resembling the ones made by insects.
As the silver needle shook faster, a pale blue flame gradually formed on Boris’ fingertips, engulfing the piece of metal and burning it bright red.
The whole time, Boris did not loosen his grip on the silver needle despite the heat. That scene astounded Jermaine as he had never seen anyone apply magecraft before. Not to mention, he could not bring himself to believe it since he was the leader of Senary Porta. Nonetheless, he was awestruck and at a loss for words when he saw the overwhelming scene with his own eyes.
With a gaze filled with admiration, he praised, “Mr. Yonce, no wonder you’re known as the best mage in Zaprington! It’s incredible!”
“Mr. Cadden, this is just a simple trick. Mr. Yonce’s capabilities are beyond our imagination. He can even bring someone back from the dead!” Galen declared proudly when he caught sight of Jermain’s reaction.
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