"Interesting, it seems she's able to take on a beast form, adapt, and also be effectively immortal."
"What a truly impressive specimen," whispered Aurelius Venn.
The battle between Damon and the Wendigo was one of the highlights of the war games, his strength, technique, and overwhelming combat style leaving a mark on every spectator.
Grand Mage Amitabh stroked his beard, his large, polished antlers gleaming against his head of white hair. Though not of the Wendigo's kind, he was a beastkin of the deer variety, a grand master of magic from Aerona, the magic continent.
He observed the proceedings with keen interest, eyes narrowing slightly as he analyzed Damon's spell. Seated beside him was the old headmaster of the magic academy, a bald man with a scruffy beard, his posture slouched but his eyes sharp with scholarly curiosity.
"Interesting to think he actually modified the basic magic blast spell so thoroughly, weaponizing an otherwise simple spell."
