Chapter 8 Welcome To The Cemetery

• "See? You can do it when you want to!" Professor Faragont exclaimed joyfully in Lyra's ear, delighted with her achievements as if they were his own.
• In Lyra's hands, a ball of third-degree flame burned and shimmered with hot light. Among all her classmates, she was the only one who could create it without burning her hands and keeping it in battle mode for five minutes, now six.
• "This is exactly how a battle ball should look. Come on, Lyra, shoot it into that vase," the Professor commanded like a child caught up in excitement. Well, it was his wish.