Attack

"Jax, raise your arm a little higher when casting Ignite Flame."

"Carly, move your left leg three centimeters outward when throwing a fireball."

"And you, Inner Potential doesn't last long. You should cast it at the end."

Early in the morning, the sound of burning flames echoed through the Sparkfire Church camp, along with Ridd "lecturing" his companions.

A group of Sparkfire Church soldiers were practicing all sorts of spells on straw men in the open space. Their movements were not unfamiliar, but neither were they particularly skilled. They had probably only obtained these spells recently and were still in the training and adjustment phase.

The one constantly walking among them and occasionally correcting their movements was Ridd, Klana's first disciple here.

This guy sometimes liked to give adjustment suggestions that sounded excessively precise, making people wonder, Does being this detailed really help? But when they actually trained according to his advice, they really did improve quite a bit.

So even though Ridd could be rather nagging at times, the soldiers still respected this instructor.

Nagging from someone capable meant they cared. Nagging from someone incompetent just made them an arrogant bastard begging for a beating.

Besides the Sparkfire Church, people from other churches were also practicing in the other open areas.

For some reason, everyone had gradually gathered together to practice spells, and they had even shown up at the same time without planning it. It was practically a training camp. Everyone here was learning spells from Zane Dungeon, and their only goal was to master them as quickly as possible, so the disagreements that usually existed among members of different churches had miraculously vanished for the time being.

Of course, once they left the training grounds, they still argued as usual. But here, everyone was the same kind