Two blue rings appeared in his mind, each etched with complicated runic designs. One slip in concentration and the image blurred. Slowly each ring had begun to spin. He took a breath and raised his hand. Magical rings identical the images in his mind manifested at the palm of his right hand. Slowly, he aimed it at the black-haired women silently waiting at the river.

Jistrathar sular digas

Flames erupted from his hands. It formed a massive ball of destruction, violently spinning while leaving a trail of dark smoke. With a loud roar, it continued straight on its path, until it fizzled far from its destination.

“Oh! I think I felt the heat from that one at least” Sithri made sure to grin hard enough to been seen from the across the river. “Maybe a little more mana and it might make it halfway”

She had repeated the same instructions for the past couple of days. It had the same effect as telling an athlete to run faster, or a student to think faster. Nonetheless, he would continue his routine of tossing a plethora of spells, each one completely harmless six yards away.

He had been quite excited at the start of his magic training. Casting a spell for the first time would always amaze him at what he was capable in doing. The emotion was short-lived after discovering each spell had the same destructive reach. Sithri had made of habit of watching his training while reading a book down-range of his targets, just out of his reach.

Finn couldn’t help but think how much more effective a crossbow would be in actual combat. He wouldn’t have to worry about losing his concentration, or forgetting the runes and chants for each spell. He could aim it much more clearly, with a range that Sithri would have to respect. While reloading he wouldn’t have to panic about his next spell or the effectiveness of his current one.

He had given up learning new spells, flipping through the pages of Finac’s spell book in disappointment.

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[Shocking Touch]                                         [Poison Lance]                                       [Fan of Flames]

   [Ice Shards]                                                  [Grease]                                                      [Fireball]

   [Hold Person]                                           [Scorching Ray]                                         [Ray of Frost]

“Are you sure you’ve read tried every spell?” Sithri pointed to the darkened pages at the end of the book.

 [Disguise Self]                                             [Mage Hand]                                            [Magic Mouth]

 [Minor Illusion]                                         [Dancing Lights]                                                [Darkness]

 [Mirror Image]                                             [Dark Vision]                                                        [Alarm]

“These spells don’t travel the same way elemental spells do” she noted. “You’ll be able to cast them for their full range”