Solus weaved one spell for each tier of Light Mastery, going from mere holograms to heat rays and lastly to constructs. She had her fun with them, shapeshifting the hard light in the form of the people she loved.
Menadion had to hold back a tear when she saw her image and Threin's, and a frown when she saw the constructs of Elina and Raaz.
Solus quickly moved on to basic Forgemastering spells that grew in complexity until they evolved into Creation Magic. She kept Spirit Magic for last, using it to conjure emerald rays that one moment destroyed and the next could heal the most grievous wounds.
Solus used her mana to shape defensive walls and deadly weapons, seeking the thin balance between strength and violence. Her breathing grew heavier with every spell she cast until fatigue made it impossible for her to continue.
"Why didn't you stop me?" Solus panted like a bellows. "My mana core is almost empty."
