"Yes!" Lynch smiled and answered the mass of red mist.
"Then... that's good."
"Are you this demon statue?" Lynch asked, pointing to the pile of remnants on it.
"..." After a brief silence, the red mist slowly spoke, "I am actually not this demon statue, but I am yet him." The red mist slowly began to tell its story:
In the Great Arcanist Wars thousands of years ago, I was an arcanist—though I actually knew no spells. I only received this title because my father was one of the world's most powerful arcanists. I was born the year the arcane wars began, and my entire childhood was spent amidst the flames of war.
At that time, all the children of arcanists automatically entered the Arcane Academy to explore the mysteries of magic. We looked at hundreds of volumes filled with profound knowledge, trying to uncover our connection to the Magic Origin.