Mahama's actions naturally caught the other two's attention. The little jar was slightly larger than an ordinary person's fist, yet it looked especially dainty in Mahama's hand, like a crystal teacup without a handle, making the doll inside seem even more miniature.
Ruger glanced at it, then returned his attention to the book in his hands.
Fire Nail Spear, a one-ring spell.
It was a peculiar spell that commanded fire while touching slightly upon Spatial Power, but its origin was even stranger. It had initially been created to paint a picture, all because of an argument. Its creator was a failed painter who preferred to be called an artist rather than a Wizard. He had once declared that, in his eyes, the world was a painting, and spells were no different.
A down-and-out middle-aged painter, a debtor who was berated by the owner of the corner tavern, had only embarked on the Wizard's path and meditated for the first time in middle age, yet had ultimately become a High-Rank Wizard. This truly was the Cavern World's greatest cruelty. If the world will had a pair of exceptionally beautiful, captivating eyes, they must have been closed when it looked upon this fellow that day.
Although it had come from the hands of an utter eccentric, there was no denying that this was a useful, excellent spell. The fellow was also known as the Painter of the Sky, so he had incorporated Spatial Power into the spell, using it to end a protracted argument and paint the sun he envisioned.
Each casting resembled a spear slightly smaller than the one a knight carried in a charge-a spear of flame. But it would pin its target in place, remaining embedded there and burning fiercely until the target broke free or burned away.
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