Elysia's purplish-blue eyes were reflecting the image of the red rooster who seemed to be dancing and mocking her with joy. The wind blew her hair as if the wind was flicking her beautiful hair here and there.
The fireball she cast with the intention of at least destroying one wooden target to repeat three times later for the sake of a prism, became an explosion that destroyed the whole wooden target remaining in the training field.
Unlike the students who were so shocked and jaw-dropping at the explosion, Teacher Ruth's eyes lit up with awe when she saw the explosion as if it had such a beautiful form.
As the explosion started to subside, dozens of wooden targets turned to ashes, even the remnants of the explosion were still imprinted on the ground.
'I. I... I didn't mean to do it. I, I only thought of the small explosion of the fireball and would destroy at least one wooden target.' Elysia stammered in her thoughts.
