Anya returned to the governor's mansion.
As usual, she meditated a bit before resting, but for some reason, the magic power that had been unchanged in her body for a long time suddenly stirrred.
"What happened?" Anya raised her head in surprise.
Why was her magic power so active tonight, as if something had awakened it from within?
Anya found nothing.
She pondered hard but had no answers. When she looked up at the candle stand before her, Anya couldn't resist reaching out to touch it. The candle flame was warm, and her fingertips got a little grease, then instinctively, she looked at the flame.
Suddenly, in an unconscious motion, a flicker of flame ignited from her fingertip.
This scene seemed to have startled her.
Soon, the flame on Anya's fingertip extinguished, but she quickly realized, as she concentrated, a new flicker of flame emerged again.
"Can I use spells?"
