During another Ancient Magic class, the entire classroom seemed to be veiled in a layer of damp mist, instantly filling the vast, dark space with the atmosphere of the ocean. The students felt as though they were standing in the middle of a boundless sea, surrounded by rolling waves and that awe-inspiring, formidable power originating from the deepest depths of nature. Astonishment and admiration were etched on every face as their gazes intently followed every single surge of this natural force.
Amidst this gloomy yet potent space, Salazar's figure drifted slowly through the air. With a gentle wave of the silver wand in his hand, the already churning tide seemed imbued with life, rising skyward under the guidance of his wand to form a spectacular wall of water.
"The power of nature is mighty and difficult to control," Salazar's voice echoed through the empty classroom, every word seemingly freighted with boundless wisdom and strength. "Even the most powerful wizard appears minuscule and helpless when facing a violent blow from nature."
Chapter 188