Perfect Copy of the Defensive Spell

"Damn it... when will this end?" Magna thought desperately.

He couldn't move a single finger, couldn't even blink. He was completely frozen in place.

The only thing he could process was an endless, brutal pain.

His flesh aged and rotted at a sickening speed, peeling off and falling to the dirt in ragged pieces, only to grow back in the exact same instant. He was trapped in an endless loop of destruction and rebirth.

He was grateful he had managed to copy and cast the spell so perfectly, saving himself from death at the last second. But the pain was so unbearable that he almost regretted doing it at all.

How had he copied such complex magic so perfectly and instantly?

It was all thanks to his new eyes.

Just like he had copied Celestee's Glacial Calamity before by memorizing the exact sounds of the chant, he had memorized the Faceless Witch's incantation.

But this time he pushed further, using the new trait his eyes had gained.