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Clanking with every step he took, Gawain wondered if maybe he had made a mistake coming to this portion of the event first. Zombie hunting had seemed like it’d be the most fun by far, though having to drag this heavy suit of armor around made everything a lot more difficult than they needed to be. If he had gone to the dress competition first, he could have snuck out of his armor and just wander about much more freely in his regular shirt and slacks. But that was the kind of lack in oversight that he would need to think of when the same kind of festivities were held again next year. Putting his thoughts aside, the young mage arrived at the scene of a creepy looking forest on the outskirts of town. It was something you’d expect when partaking in something called a zombie hunt, as fluffy clouds and pink ribbons hardly did it justice.
For Gawain personally, dealing with the undead had always been a point of hurt. Having lost his mother several years ago while the both of them had been taken captive by the Villtsung of Skjaergard, fighting the undead was something he took quite a bit of pleasure in. But at the same time, it also brought up a certain amount of anxiety, even now that he knew the undead in this particular game were not ‘actual’ zombies but just pretend. It was likely one of those childhood traumas he had heard about, things that happened at some point when someone was still a child and remained with them for the rest of their lives. In a way, it made sense for someone to not be able to forget the fact that one’s mother got injured trying to protect one’s impatient ass from a creature eager to devour what they were hauling.
In Skjaergard, the land itself was very different from Clover. Due to the sheer amount of constant violence among the raiders there, bloodshed and death were around every corner. As slaves, it was up to him, his mother and a bunch of others that had been taken from Clover against their will to put these bodies on a cart and haul them into the marshlands to be ditched. There, corpse eaters were lurking in the shallow murky waters, awaiting their feast, though not all were patient, and not all would limit themselves to just eating the dead. For them, feeding on the living was a rare delicacy. And when they came without any kind of weaponry or means of protection, an attack was sure to take place. After his mother had gotten injured, she had contracted an illness that eventually ended up calling her to the other side, which had been traumatic enough.
Having to be the one to throw her body onto a cart and ditch it somewhere in those same marshlands just added to the misery and trauma of it all.
Personally, Gawain believed that he had been able to leave much of it behind him and had grown from it, making him into a somewhat decent and capable human being. It was one of the reasons why he was out here, playing along with the antics of the kingdom, rather than being out in the town to steal everything that wasn’t pinned down. The fact that he had thoughts of going around looting the place while everyone was out here had occurred to him a bunch of times, meaning he more than likely wasn’t the kindest or most considerate person, though he was at the very least trying to be good. So as he entered into the forest, he saw a magical scoreboard appearing, as well as the word “Contestant 1” appearing above the big fat 0. It meant that this magical forest was capable of registering the people that ventured into it. For the time being, no zombies had appeared yet, leading the boy to head deeper in.
Post by Kenja Ravencrest on Oct 4, 2023 12:19:22 GMT -5
As Kenja ventured into the eerie forest set up for the Zombie Games. As he stepped further into the forest, he noticed a magical scoreboard materializing before him, displaying the word "Contestant 2" with a current score of 0. His eyes then fell upon a figure dressed in metal armor, resembling a knight of old. The knight, standing tall and vigilant, seemed prepared for the challenges the forest had to offer. Kenja, still in his werewolf costume, approached with a playful growl that mimicked the essence of his character. With a growl beneath his mask, Kenja introduced himself, "Hello, knight. I am Kenja, and it seems we're both ready to take on the Zombie Games." He wondered whether his outfit would prove to be effective against the impending magical zombies. The thought of a werewolf taking on the undead had its own sense of allure, but he couldn't help but wonder if a knight's armor would offer more practical protection. Turning his thoughts inward, Kenja contemplated the nature of the zombies they would be facing. He considered the possibilities. Would they be slow and decayed or would they be fast and relentless? He thought about the potential challenges that lay ahead. If the zombies were slow-moving, his agility might give him an advantage in evading their grasp. On the other hand, if they were fast and relentless, the knight's armor could provide a significant layer of protection. He would shake his head for he knew he could take on whatever he was about to face.
With a second contender showing up to take part in this particular event, Gawain was happy it wasn’t just him, as it meant the show could finally get underway. Noticing the second contender showing up on the magical display, he could tell that something about the dark forest was beginning to shift and change around. Magic was flooding into these grounds and beginning to take form among the trees as dark shapes began to warp and churn. Fully materialized, the odd magic had taken the form of zombies. Constructs of mana to be sure, but they looked and behaved just like your average zombie would, leading him to assume that the summoner had some understanding of the undead as well. That was good, as it would be no fun if they had to chase a bunch of rotting corpses that pranced along like a stag on a sunny afternoon.
“Hello… wolf boy? I’m not sure what you’re supposed to be, though it looks fairly realistic. I’d hate to go up against in the dress competition. But this competition I’m going to win, just watch me.”
As soon as he said those words, the boy dashed off, clanking and clinging as he tried to run in armor as heavy as this. Luckily for him, some of the metal plates had been left out so he could maneuver as well as he did, even though he did not feel like he was getting the fullest out of his mobility. But it didn’t matter, what he had would suffice. Making his way over to the place where the zombies had been created, it turned out that there were roughly ten of them. Doing some quick maths, this must have meant that there were about five zombies created for every contender so as to even out their numbers for fairness sake. But Gawain didn’t so much care for the fairness of it, he cared about winning and doing so in a way that was still allowed, but was perhaps slightly on the mean side. Knowing that they could have started at any point, and that he had actually announced that he was going to start, it still felt like he wasn’t playing entirely fair.
But it didn’t matter.
Looking at the first zombies in range, they seemed like they were somewhat on the smaller side. Leaping through the air while extending his index finger towards them, he guided the mana he released as bullets of compressed air throughout his direct vicinity as they pierced the skulls of the three lesser zombies with barely any resistance. They were weak, so he barely counted it as a challenge. That was what he thought at least as he turned towards the slightly larger ones that had been among those that began rushing towards him at a fairly decent pace. They weren’t anywhere close to how fast he was, though they could give a lesser mage a ‘run’ for their money to be sure. But of all the things one could or might call him, he was certainly no lesser mage. He was destined for greatness, he was destined to become a combatant that could rival the wizard king himself. That much he truly believed, that much was something he worked towards, and that was what he would prove to any onlookers.
Shifting his stance and the placement of his arms, he put his hands together in front of his chest, releasing a powerful pulse of air that clashed against the incoming zombies, pushing them back with such intensity that they slammed to bits against the surrounding trees. Destroyed with extreme prejudice, though it would not end there. With one of the largest zombies in the area coming out of the treeline and lunging at him just as he had finished taking out the slightly smaller ones, Gawain had already sensed its approach through the use of his Ki. Essentially being his sight without eyes, he brought the palm of his hand away from his chest, thrusting it forward against the leaping zombie. As his hand and the zombies’ open maw neared one another, the zombies head suddenly disintegrated, following with his neck, his shoulders and upper torso before even his feet would outright disappear.
Making sure to aim his spell upward, the amount of damage it did to the surrounding forest was negligible, ripping off a few branches here and there and leaving some trees barren of the brown and shriveled up leaves that it had yet held onto moments ago. As it were, this was his most powerful spell, one that took quite a lot out of him when he had first used it in his fight against Charlemagne, the lord of the sword and wielder of the blade of heroes. Sure, he had been a dried up, zombified husk of the man he had been before, though he had still fallen to the might of the ashen haired teenager. But now that he had used it to blow apart a supposedly sturdy construct that should be rivaling his own magical strength, he felt that the strain it placed upon him now was far less. This meant that he had grown to a nominal degree since the fight with the undead knight, one to whom some of the armored plates he wore now belonged, among others.
Releasing the same blast but at a lesser degree of output towards two more charging zombies, they too hard their torso and heads blown clean off as their remains came plummeting down to the floor. At this rate, he had already killed several of the combatants this game had to offer, leaving at three for the wolf boy to finish off. If nothing else, letting him take care of these showed that he wasn’t ‘entirely’ about winning and was capable of leaving some scraps for someone else. More than that, it would also allow him to see some of what the other boy was capable of in terms of magic. Since they seemed to be fairly similar in a bunch of features, there was a chance they fell into the same age category, meaning this boy had it in him to be a rival. But that remained to be seen in the coming moments.
“You’re up wolfling, show those rotten bastards what’s what!”
Name of Spell: Pierce Used Three Times Elemental Type: Air Pressure Rank & Spell Type: Junior | Attack Creation | Sensory (Homing) Range & Speed: 25m | 15 m/s Mana Cost: 10 | 5 Stats Effected: - Applicable Perks: Overpowered | Quick Shot Description: Extending his index finger, Gawain will point his right hand at his target, using the tip of his finger as a vocal point from which it is fired. This a sphere roughly five centimeters wide for the purpose of puncturing the target. The attack itself is non-lethal, even with direct contact, though capable of causing minor scuffs and cracks on structures and minor bruises on people, dealing Junior rank damage. In addition, the accuracy and chance to hit can be further improved by utilizing Homing rules, including following the target in adherence to those same rules. The bullet follows the target that was initially pointed at until it hits, runs out of space or hits another object. To those without at least 10 sensory, this spell will be invisible, appearing as a wispy green ball to others.
Name of Spell: Thrust Elemental Type: Air Pressure Rank & Spell Type: Intermediate | Attack Creation Range & Speed: 20m AoE | 25 m/s Mana Cost: 20 | 10 Stats Effected: - Applicable Perks: Overpowered | Quick Shot Description: Releasing a burst of air pressure to aggressively push away threats, this spell moves into all directions with Gawain at the epicenter. Activated by holding the hand horizontally, the back of the hand facing downward while pushing the tips of his index finger, middle finger and thumb against one another, the burst follows up straight after. The attack itself is non-lethal, unless direct contact with one’s vitals is established, though capable of causing painful bruises and breaking through most unreinforced walls, dealing Intermediate rank damage. Utilizing a fairly powerful knockback effect to blow back the aforementioned by up to nine meters + an additional 5 meters for every 10 Power, those who do not possess at least 20 sensory will be unable to see the spell itself. Those that do will see a wispy green dome coming into their direction before forcefully shoving them back.
Name of Spell: Force Elemental Type: Air Pressure Rank & Spell Type: Senior | Attack Creation Range & Speed: 80m | 45 m/s Mana Cost: 30 | 15 Stats Effected: - Applicable Perks: Overpowered | Quick Shot Description: By extending the left hand and pointing an open palm (stop motion) and holding a half-ox sign with the right hand, Gawain's eyes flare up with a wispy green hue as a means of initiating the spell and as a vocal point for the release of mana, a blast of wind is released into the chosen direction roughly nine meters wide and tall. Aiming to envelop the target and blasting them and everything else caught up in the blast back, the spell uses a fairly powerful knockback effect capable of tossing targets back up to thirteen meters + an additional 5 meters for every 10 Power. The attack itself is potentially lethal upon direct hits, capable of breaking bones and can easily tear through non-magical structures, dealing Senior rank damage. To those without at least 30 sensory, this spell will be invisible, appearing as a flat wispy green square to others.
Name of Spell: Move Used Twice Elemental Type: Air Pressure Rank & Spell Type: Intermediate | Attack Creation Range & Speed: 40m | 25 m/s Mana Cost: 20 | 10 Stats Effected: - Applicable Perks: Overpowered | Quick Shot Description: By extending the left hand and pointing an open palm (stop motion) and holding a half-ram sign with the right hand, Gawain's eyes flare up with a wispy green hue as a means of initiating the spell and as a vocal point for the release of mana, a blast of wind is released into the chosen direction roughly three meters wide and tall. Aiming to envelop the target and blasting them and everything else caught up in the blast back, the spell uses a fairly powerful knockback effect capable of tossing targets back up to nine meters + an additional 5 meters for every 10 Power. The attack itself is non-lethal, unless contact is established with one’s vitals, though capable of causing painful bruises and breaking through most unreinforced walls, dealing Intermediate rank damage. To those without at least 20 sensory, this spell will be invisible, appearing as a flat wispy green square to others.
Post by Kenja Ravencrest on Oct 5, 2023 13:46:30 GMT -5
As Gawain demonstrated his skills in dispatching the magical zombies, he left Kenja with a few to take care of himself. With a nod and a growl in response to Gawain's encouragement, Kenja prepared to face the three remaining zombies that awaited him. Two of them were approaching with surprising speed, given their undead nature, while the third, larger and seemingly tougher, hung back, moving at a slower pace. Kenja focused his magical energies, casting the spell "Arshes B'luthel" from his grimoire. As he invoked the incantation, his grimoire floated beside him, open and glowing with an electric blue aura. The words of the spell created a distinctive blue lightning bolt marking that appeared on the back of both his hands. The blue lightning crackled, spreading up his arms to his elbows as the spell took hold. Kenja could feel the surge of power coursing through him, his power growing as he prepared to confront the approaching zombies. With his prowess, he was ready to demonstrate his own abilities and protect himself from the undead menace.
Kenja moved in his werewolf costume with the practice of a martial artist instead of the hunched form of the werewolf he had been previously displaying. As the zombie closed the distance, its decomposing visage and outstretched arms revealing its malevolent intent, Kenja seized the opportunity. In a swift and fluid motion, Kenja thrust both of his charged hands forward, unleashing the potent power of Arshes B'luthel. His hands struck the zombie's chest with a dazzling display of sparks and crackling energy. As the blue lightning surged from Kenja's body, striking the first zombie, the effect was even more dramatic than he had anticipated. The undead creature with its decaying flesh gained first-degree burns from the electric shock, it's ghoulish groans filled the air. However, the sheer force of the magical discharge not only incapacitated the first zombie but sent it hurtling backward with great force. It crashed into the second approaching zombie, the two forms colliding in a gruesome and gory collision. The impact was powerful enough to shatter their decaying bodies into pieces, scattering rotten limbs and putrid flesh in all directions. While it seemed one was stronger than the other, they didn't seem that sturdy to Kenjas perception.
With the threat from the first pair of zombies eliminated, Kenja turned his attention to the larger, tougher zombie that remained. To his surprise, the creature was surprisingly fast for an undead monstrosity, moving with unexpected agility and intent. Realizing that a direct confrontation might not be the best course of action, Kenja focused entirely on dodging the zombie's relentless attacks. The first attack came as a swift and unexpected lunging motion from the zombie. It extended its arms in a wild attempt to grasp Kenja's throat. With lightning reflexes, Kenja sidestepped, the zombie's grasping hands narrowly missing him. He felt the cold breeze of the undead creature's fingers brush past his costume. The second attack was a sweeping swipe of the zombie's decaying fist, aiming to catch Kenja off guard. Kenja ducked low beneath the outstretched arm. The fist sailed harmlessly over his head, missing its mark by inches. Kenja emerged on the other side, ready to evade the next assault. For the third attack, the zombie attempted a sudden charge, closing the distance between them with surprising speed. Kenja backpedaled, his nimble footwork allowing him to maintain just enough distance. The zombie was fast but he was a hair faster. The zombie's charge was relentless, but Kenja managed to keep ahead of it, narrowly avoiding being tackled by the monstrous zombie. The Spirit Festival's challenges were proving to be far more dynamic and exciting than he had initially anticipated. With each dodged attack, Kenja focused on finding an opportunity to turn the tables and confront the formidable opponent on his own terms. Finding his chance he spun on his heel, delivering a powerful kick to the zombie's head. His clawed costume foot connected with a resounding thud, and the force of the blow sent the creature staggering backward. However, much to Kenja's surprise, the zombie didn't go down or fly back like the others. It seemed that the undead possessed an eerie resilience. Undeterred, Kenja pressed his advantage. As the zombie attempted to regain its balance, he closed the gap between them. With a second, even more powerful strike, he unleashed his herculean strength, empowered by the lingering effects of his earlier spell. This time, his kick struck true, connecting with the zombie's head once more. The impact was devastating, and the force of the blow finally overcame the undead creature's resilience. The zombie's head snapped to the side, and with a sickening crunch, its neck gave way, crumpling to the forest floor, defeated at last.
Kenja took a moment to catch his breath and assess the situation. His mind couldn't help but dwell on the unique and mysterious nature of the magic employed by the other contestant. The wispy green appearance and the seemingly invisible effects of some of the spells had piqued his curiosity. Approaching him with his characteristic measured tone and stoic demeanor, Kenja inquired, "Your magic, it has an unusual quality to it. The wispiness and transparency of your spells, especially that last one, make it difficult to discern what transpired. Is this a property of your magic, or do you possess some kind of relic or enchanted item that grants this unique quality?" Kenja's analytical mind was always hungry for knowledge, and he couldn't resist the opportunity to understand the intricacies of the magic he had observed.
Name of Spell: Arshes B'luthel Elemental Type: Lightning Rank & Spell Type: Intermediate ¦ Physical Reinforcement Range & Speed: self ¦ 20m/s Mana Cost: 20 ¦ 10 Stats Effected: Intermidate strength buff, knock back Applicable Perks: n/a Description: Saying the spell's name creates a blue lightning bolt marking on the back of both hands when set blue lightning starts to crackle all the way up to the elbows increasing strength by a intermidate rank of damage. On a successful hit, a person will find themself gaining first-degree burns, in addition to this, they will find themselves being knocked back by 4m with an added 5m being added for every 10 power the wielder has.
“I see you’re pretty capable, wolf boy. This is my second time seeing lightning magic at work, though it seems yours is a league above the other I’ve witnessed. Not by much, but still enough to be worth mentioning. Do you prefer to supplement your physical abilities with magic for the feeling of melee superiority, or is it just so you don’t stand at a distance throwing bolts of lightning?”
With his hand brought to his chin as he looked the wolf boy over, one could tell that he was actively pondering the questions he had just asked. That said, he was a bit of an actor when it came to overdoing his expressions and body language, usually as a means of dissuading people from what he was actually thinking, or to turn them away from something he was trying to pull behind the scenes. In this case however, he was being entirely honest about the whole thing. In truth, he could get behind why someone might want to reinforce their body with magic so that they might smack the ever living shit out of someone that made the mistake of facing them. It was something he could see himself doing at some point, though he did not believe his own control over the destructive magic and large quantities of mana he possessed to be refined enough for such a thing. Couldn’t have his spell erupting and blowing up in his face after all.
That would just look silly after all.
Right now, his own focus was on refining and perfecting the spells he possessed now, his chosen style of combat revolving around blasting holes in his targets from a distance. That way, if his control over his magic was not as grand as he might believe it to be, the fallout of a spell gone wrong wouldn’t end up biting him in the ass, it’d just render his target that much more dead. And that was honestly not the worst thing he could think of. His enemies died all the time after all. Ever since he had gained his grimoire two months ago, things had been kicking off really quickly, what with him getting involved in various situations classified as dungeons where one was running a high stakes game. It was the game of high risk and high reward, one that had thus far ended up being very rewarding at least three times. Considering himself to be quite the accomplished dungeoneer at this point, his control over magic had increased considerably by throwing himself into challenging settings.
“My magic is what you’d call difficult to explain. For the untrained eye, it can be difficult to perceive, which I find adds to its effectiveness. It is also highly destructive and capable of disrupting that which is in a state of flux, yet relatively weak against that which is solid. Figure it out yet?”
Making it into a bit of a riddle, he tried sticking to a manner of explanation that was about as direct as it could get. In this case, he imagined most people would likely resolve to naming the answer as Wind or Air, though it was more than that. Pressurized air as a form of magic was far more rare however, which was why most people were not aware of it if they had never seen it before. And that was fine, it was how he liked it, as it made it more easy for him to beat his enemies when they did not instantly perceive his magic as being what it was. When dealing with fire, one would know that they were facing fire. The same could be said for earth, water, lightning, bone or blood. All of these things were easy to perceive because they showed exactly what they could do by conjuring up any of these things into reality. But the brain had a hard time placing the things that one might not be able to see. For now however, his riddle was all he was willing to give the other boy.
Post by Kenja Ravencrest on Oct 8, 2023 10:50:36 GMT -5
Kenja listened intently to Gawain's assessment of his magical abilities, his analytical mind processing the information as he contemplated the questions posed by the knight. The mention of lightning magic had already caught his attention, and he was intrigued by the comparisons drawn between his own abilities and those of other mages. Gawain's inquiry about Kenja's preference for magic in combat versus melee piqued his curiosity. It was a valid question, one that delved into the strategic nuances of combat styles and the reasons behind them. As he often did, Kenja delved deep into his own thoughts, considering the implications of his magical choices. When you stripped away all the reasons it came down to the fact he didn't have any Attack Creation Magic to utilize yet so he had no choice but to fight hand-to-hand, and his talents were best served in hand-to-hand. His first instinct was to analyze the practicality of each approach. Magic, with its range and versatility, offered the advantage of engaging foes from a safe distance. It could deliver precision strikes, control the battlefield, and incapacitate opponents without exposing the mage to physical harm. On the other hand, melee combat, enhanced by magic, granted a sense of physical superiority. It allowed for up-close engagement, where one could exploit their enhanced strength and agility to overpower adversaries.
Gawain's description of his magic as "difficult to explain" and its unique properties deepened Kenja's curiosity. He considered the riddle carefully, recognizing the hints within the knight's words. "Relatively weak against that which is solid," he mused. He began to piece together the clues. The magic's difficulty to perceive and its disruptive nature pointed toward something elusive and unpredictable. Yet, the reference to being "relatively weak against that which is solid" suggested an affinity for manipulating gaseous or some types of fluid substances. Kenja's conclusion crystallized as he considered the possibilities. "Pressurized air," he murmured to himself, a satisfied smile hidden beneath his werewolf mask. The riddle had revealed Gawain's affinity for manipulating the elusive power of pressurized air, a form of magic that offered both stealth and destructive potential. He wouldn't have been able to figure it out without the aid of the riddle but Kenja had always had an analytical mind and studied various magics...after all knowledge was power. With his deductive skills at work, Kenja would speak up with a stoic measured tone, "Air Pressure, or Condensed Wind, something of that sort would be my best detection based on your riddle. Of course, there is always the chance the riddle was a faint and your magic is something else."
Kenja, having hopefully decoded the nature of Gawain's magic correctly, shifted his attention to the broader context of the Spirit Festival. "Have you explored the rest of the festival yet? There seem to be various events and challenges scattered throughout." He then admitted, "I haven't been to the 'Locked In' event yet. However, if you're interested, we could go check it out together and see if there are any other participants available to join us. It might provide a different kind of challenge compared to what we've experienced so far."
“As good an assessment as I might have expected I guess. I had honestly assumed you’d base your guess on wind, though that would clearly be underselling it. But to answer the question truthfully, mine is the strongest magic on the whole fucking planet.”
While saying such a thing was by all means a massive flex, nothing about his body language or tone of voice would give away the fact that he was in any way bluffing or overselling its worth. Gawain was one hundred percent serious, as it was something he had been told by his former mentor, whom possessed the same magic he did and became one of the most powerful knights in the Clover country. Though both used their magics in entirely different ways, the ashen haired boy knew that even if he was nowhere near the strength of his teacher, he was one day going to be surpassing him and anyone else that might pose a challenge. It was something he truly believed and held close to his heart, the will to become more powerful and be more capable than anyone else existing within the country.
Perhaps it was an unobtainable goal for someone such as himself, or maybe it was the kind of thing people would like to tell him. “You can’t do this”. “You can’t be that”. Those were the words spoken by those who had given up on attaining anything beyond that which they themselves were now, and were oh so eager to push onto others. But people like that, they were nothing more than stepping stones for him to move over and surpass, as was every other mage in this country. At one point in the future, he would want to prove himself to be beyond every single one of them by defeating them in a one on one fight, no holds barred. Obviously it would be a bad thing if they killed one another, as that was an active crime that would get people locked up for sure, though anything beneath that level of destructiveness was something that a healer could fix. If one was present at the time, that was.
“We won’t be needing anyone else, just us will be more than enough. Admittedly, I have no idea what any of this is even about or what this next event will be, though I’m confident we can beat whatever they lock us in with.”
It was true that he had no idea about what any of these events represented or what being “Locked in” meant, though it was likely just another game such as this one. With all of the zombies already crushed and putting a head start on his victory, there was no point dwelling on it anymore when he looked over the scoreboard. The score hadn’t change, nor had anyone else bothered to show up, but that was fine. Maybe those that had stopped by had seen they were already at it, and that they were by definition already seven kills behind. Unless someone was really dedicated to themselves and their skills, he figured most wouldn’t want to get into something they would more than likely lose. Looking back towards the staging ground for the celebrations, that was where Gawain imagined this other event to be, as heading further into the forest would just lead them into the middle of nowhere.
Post by Kenja Ravencrest on Oct 19, 2023 16:58:03 GMT -5
Internally, Kenja couldn't help but harbor a disagreement with Gawain's claim that his magic was the "strongest on the planet." While he acknowledged the natural strength behind the knight's pressurized air magic, he couldn't definitively agree with such a sweeping assertion. Magic came in countless forms, each with its unique strengths and weaknesses, and it was a complex realm filled with countless secrets. In Kenja's mind, the "strongest" magic concept was a matter of perspective and context. It was possible that Gawain's magic excelled in certain areas, but other magical styles and abilities could be equally formidable in their own right. He also surmised that it most likely had faults or things he couldn't do with it, making it a bit of a double-edged sword. Externally, he maintained his calm demeanor and nodded in response, curious to face the next event and continue his exploration of the Spirit Festival.
