Meldy’s Spell

Meldy congratulated Merlin.

This twelve-year-old boy had entered the sorcerer level. The magical steam around him changed; those gray magical hoops spread the power overwhelmingly and powerfully.

They sent off such a powerful aura.

Novices were beginners; magical practitioners were the foundations while sorcerers were skilled ones.

A sorcerer could suppress a lot of people; he or she did not have to care about small, unimportant people because one’s power was powerful; enough to gain people’s respect.

Some sorcerers were appointed barons.

Now Merlin had completely become a sorcerer.

He did not say anything; he just smiled and turned back to focus on his magical ball again.

It was twisting wildly and started to be even more aggressive. The black lines of lightning appeared in that ball.

The wind was shrieking; those lines of black lightning were roaring.

This magical ball was elevated into a high spell.

Merlin had created his new spell.