Victoria wanted to test his reaction speed and spell casting spell but Roman was hitting all the targets, as long as his eyes could see the target he shot a spell towards it.
She knew Roman was struggling but still, she could tell he truly had potential.
"Don't forget," she called, "your Mana is limited—don't waste too much on a single target."
Roman forced himself to control it better, letting smaller fireballs fly, even though he could control it he still wasn't perfect.
The test went on. His breathing grew louder in his ears. The sweat made his shirt stick to his back, and he knew he was running out of Mana once again.
At some point, he almost stumbled forward, but caught himself, gritting his teeth, Victoria wasn't stopping at all, instead the target were faster.
Another target. Roman raised his hand.
[Fireball]
The flame struck, the target vanished, and another rose again.
