"I’m sure." Valeron nodded, tapping the metal branch against the Camellia’s stem.
"Okay, with me." Lith put his hand on Valeron’s, and Kamila and Solus put their hands over his. "There is no turning back, son. Last chance."
"Please." Valeron clenched the branch hard, trying to make it bloom with sheer force of will.
"Then so be it." Lith used a tier zero Creation Magic spell to fuse the branch with the stem and then a tier one spell to enchant the branch and make the Camellia blossom appear.
"Are you that good with Creation Magic already?" Kamila asked in surprise.
"No, but the tower is always in the keep." Lith replied. "Also, I didn’t undo the Camellia’s original spell. I never did. Each branch has its own enchantment, just as each one of our children is a unique individual.
"One imprint recharges all the blossoms, but they are independent and will grow along with our children. This way, when they grow up, the children can take their own branch away when they leave home or leave it with ours."
"No!" Valeron and Elysia yelled in unison. "No leave!"
"Sure, pumpkins. Sure." Lith caressed the babies’ heads. "We’ll resume this conversation when you two are teenagers. Unluckily for you, I’ve recorded this entire conversation, and I’ll use it against you when the moment comes."
Elysia and Valeron exchanged a puzzled look while Kamila and Solus chuckled, pretending their tears were of hilarity.
***
Verhen Mansion, Training Hall, the following day.
"You are a poor excuse of a fighter, my disciple." Dawn sneered as she effortlessly deflected the blade-long spike coming out of the Agni’s forearm. "When was the last time you faced a worthy opponent? I’m afraid peace made you soft!"
"Shut up!" Nalrond snarled as he conjured a hail of hard-light constructs shaped like stakes and threw them at the Horseman in a burning hail.
"That’s the best you can do?" A flick of her hand conjured a hard-light sphere around the stakes that trapped them like flies in a web. "You split the mana of your spell among too many constructs.
"Their individual power is negligible, and you lack the skill to move them in a battle formation. That’s why a barrier that’s barely half as strong as your spell can contain them with ease."
"I noticed!" Nalrond replied.
He charged at the much smaller woman while lunging with the blades of his arms, knees, and lashing with his tail. At the same time, he merged the spikes constructs into a single colossal blade that pierced through Dawn’s barrier.
"Cool stuff." The Horseman just extended her left arm with the palm out, and a tier three heat ray hit Nalrond from point-blank range with the momentum of a speeding truck.
The Agni’s attacks hit only air and his spell faded as he crashed into the wall, opening a several-meter-deep crater.
"How?" He grunted in pain. "Why?"
Dawn didn’t move from her spot like she had done from the beginning of the fight to offer him a fixed target. She even halted her attacks to give Nalrond the time he needed to recover and strategize.
’She’s right. Her body is nothing special. Dawn is no different from a human woman with a powerful mana core. She didn’t fight harder than me, she fought smarter.’ He thought.
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