Within seconds, a small yellow circle etched with ancient runes materialized in the air directly beneath Chris's palm, hovering over the loyalist's back. The intricate symbols spinning within the ring signified the air element.
'An air element spell isn't going to kill anyone,' Yogev analyzed silently from outside the circle, his eyes narrowing. 'Especially when cast by a low ranked mage with meager reserves.'
Yet to Yogev's utter surprise, Chris had no intention of casting standard wind projectiles or compressed air balls.
The surviving mages of District One watched in relief as their commander approached the man who had just spoken, overjoyed that their loyalty was seemingly being embraced.
Chris wrapped his arms around the man in a warm, welcoming hug, resting his palm flat against the center of his spine. It was in that intimate moment that he began manipulating the air element.
