Chapter 165: Different Attributes

While Damon reveled in the glory of making a teenage girl call him Master, Croft landed beside the freshly dead hare. Without hesitation, the bird pecked at its lifeless eye, plucking it out and swallowing it whole.

Damon barely noticed.

His expression shifted, turning serious as his gaze flickered toward Iris.

He hesitated.

Teaching her the Magic Bullet spell… Was this really a good idea?

Learning it had been dangerous for him—

Because he had created the spell from scratch.

He had to figure out everything himself—

The mana output, the distance from his fingertips, the recoil, the strain on his body…

All of it.

And he had paid the price.

Blowing his fingers off.

Burning them to a crisp.

Mangling his hand beyond recognition.

Before he finally—

Finally—

Mastered it.

But was it worth it?

Absolutely.