Three Types of Arcane-Domain Resonance

The hands hidden beneath the green robe finally emerged. They were pale enough to seem almost translucent, yet their joints were distinct, carrying an unnerving dexterity.

Yadar's ten fingers danced swiftly through the air. They touched nothing, yet seemed to be playing an invisible pipe organ. With every leap of his fingertips, he performed a deathly movement called "Growth."

With every tremble of his fingers, large amounts of golden powder shook loose from between them.

It was no ordinary dust. Every grain shimmered with faint spiritual light in the air, breathing like a living thing.

An invisible wind arose from nowhere, like the most attentive servant. It swept up those golden "seeds," scattering them swiftly and evenly across every inch of space before Dago.

At that very instant, an overpowering scent of lilacs surged into Dago's nostrils like a tangible tide.

The smell was not sweet. Instead, it carried the cloying sweetness of decay, like a graveyard of withered flowers piled up over countless days and months, suddenly torn open at that moment.

Only then did Dago realize that the faint scent from before had merely been the prelude to this terrifying aura. Its true source was the baby-faced young man before him, who appeared so harmless.

Dago's face remained expressionless, but his eyes were as calm as a deep pool.

He said nothing, not even wasting an extra breath. He simply raised a hand and pointed.

That gesture seemed to flip winter's switch.

The night wind, which had only been slightly cool, instantly transformed into a biting frozen current.

Countless icy particles frantically gathered at his fingertip. The air creaked under unbearable strain—the wail of moisture freezing in an instant.

A massive vortex of ice and snow formed at his fingertip. It was not hollow within, but filled with