Please Teach Me the Spell

'An entity neither bound by the laws of any realms nor forced to obey them.'

That was the first thought that came to Melisandre as she stared at the 2 enormous wings of fire spreading from the man's back.

She finally understood why she had been made to spend 12 years in this realm searching for Magna.

To her, he was something like the Holy Grail or the Philosopher's Stone, a treasure Witches had spent thousands of years searching for, now standing right before her.

He was living proof that a man could possess mana reserves and that a spell could be cast without the permission of the 5 Creators.

She had already begun wondering what other rules he could break and what miracles he might reveal when the wings on his back started changing, and her eyes widened further.

"How is that possible?" she murmured as blue spread through the red flames and the heat radiating from them turned cold.