Merlin had Claire step aside, then poured the bottle of pale green Magic Potion down his throat.
As the Magic Potion flowed down his throat and entered Merlin's body, a strange aura began to emanate from him. The elements in the room surged toward his body of their own accord, like iron drawn to a magnet.
After drinking the potion, Merlin made further preparations, layering several lightning-defense spells over himself before slowly walking toward the Lightning Elemental Lord. As he drew closer, he also constructed a Contract Spell, attempting to establish a connection with the Lightning Elemental Lord.
But before he had even gotten within ten meters, the Contract Spell Merlin had created and sent toward the Lightning Elemental Lord was shattered by a single blow. After breaking the Contract Spell, the Lightning Elemental Lord continued launching powerful offensive spells at Merlin.
However, the way a lightning elemental cast spells was somewhat different from that of a mage. It was more like a natural instinct. At least, to Claire, it looked like the lightning ball kept spitting at Merlin, followed by a thunderous bolt crashing down.
Merlin reacted quickly as well. The moment he sensed the Lightning Elemental Lord's attack, he swiftly constructed his defensive spells and successfully blocked its magical assaults.
Still, he had been a little too slow, so he looked rather bedraggled when he retreated, with dust from the floor clinging to his robes.
After retreating a certain distance, the Lightning Elemental Lord's spells became much weaker. Merlin vigorously swept his robe, dispersing the lightning still lingering in the air and rushing toward him, turning it into pure elemental energy.
Only then did he raise a hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead and mutter, "Good thing there's a restraining magic cage holding it down. Otherwise,