As the Dark Mana barrier fully took shape around him, Ruvian slowly walked along its edge while dragging his fingers across the black wall — ripples spreading wherever his fingers passed.
At first glance, it resembled an ordinary [Magic Barrier], yet the force flowing through it carried properties that felt far more volatile, and utterly chaotic. As if the Dark Mana twisted over itself again and again, fighting inside the same space, and forcing among themselves into complete harmony.
The longer Ruvian observed it, the more fascinated he became.
[If I were you, child, and if I happened to be your enemy, I would not lay a finger upon that barrier.] Morvayne's gentle voice suddenly echoed through his mind. [There are some spells that are safest admired from afar.]
Hearing that, Ruvian's expression changed, and he immediately withdrew his hand from the barrier.
