The Forbidden Staff

The training grounds echoed with a resounding boom.

“Stonefury!”

Oliver’s voice rang out low and steady, his hand releasing a radiant sphere of magic. The orb hurtled through the air before detonating into a dazzling explosion. Several wooden training dummies shattered into fragments, splinters raining across the field as the sheer power of the blast rippled outward. The combination of physical and elemental force stirred a tempestuous gust.

Oliver watched the aftermath, a smile curling his lips. “It’s working perfectly,” he murmured. “Thanks to the new core form granted by Glacian, my fusion magic has become far more effortless.”