A somber atmosphere filled the Floating Ship on its way back to the workshop.
Victor stared blankly out the porthole at the desolate land rushing past below. His ice-blue eyes still held a trace of a daze, the look of someone who had just survived a disaster.
He suddenly turned and stared intently at Allen, who sat beside him with his eyes closed, lost in thought.
"That... what in the world was that Witchcraft just now?"
He couldn't hold back his curiosity any longer.
'Domain-type Witchcraft... that's not something you see every day!'
Allen opened his eyes. His deep blue irises were as calm as a placid lake, as if he had expected the question.
"Magic Turbulence."
He answered succinctly. "It's a defensive Witchcraft that our mentor, Mercer, taught me not long ago."
"Defensive?" Victor's lips twitched.
'It can stop a Second-level Wizard from using Witchcraft, and you call that defensive? Do you even know what defense means?'
