Arts: Heaven-Earth Reversal.
Angelina held her staff horizontally and activated the unfamiliar spell. Light had only just begun gathering at its tip.
Something felt strange.
Angelina could feel the power flowing through her body more swiftly. Usually, unruly particles flickered at both ends of her staff, but this time was different. The light pulsed with remarkable regularity, and she felt as though she could even control it.
No loss?
What an extraordinary craft.
The newly made staff gave her considerable confidence. She took a deep breath and unleashed the spell she had just learned.
Buoyancy became gravity.
A thirty-meter-wide depression appeared in the ground, the rock itself caving inward.
"Please inject power."
She heard a voice coming from the staff.
"?!"
This thing even had built-in voice functionality?
The voice was rather pleasant—cold and crisp, sounding like an underage child.
She began pouring power into it without pause. The lights at both ends grew increasingly brilliant, a vivid blue. Dancing motes of dust intertwined, extending slightly forward from the tip in two streams.
It could transform too?
She continued activating her Originium Arts.
The range affected by gravity grew larger and larger, and Angelina gradually began to lose confidence.
"It's descending."
Kal'tsit reminded her from behind, "It remains beyond visual range, but we estimate that your power has disrupted its balance."
Angelina continued injecting power.
The blue light became even more radiant. Her staff transformed into a burning bow, its particles dancing until it seemed to be made entirely of flame.
The legendary bow of the gods.
"It's too big..."
"Big bows have their own way of being used."
Amiya instructed her from the side, "Brace the bow against your leg and pull the string with both hands. You should be able to draw it."
Like this?
Angelina heard that