1 VS 45 Veteran Shadows

"You want to learn the spell?" Magna hadn't expected that request.

He didn't yet know that creating such a spell would earn him a golden line on his hat, if he had a Witch Hat to begin with.

Melisandre wasn't the only one interested in his spell. When he looked around, the other blue-robed Witches were watching him with the same hungry eagerness, as though he were a delicious meal.

All he had done was use his imagination to adjust a spell pattern, yet apparently, those few changes had made him a genius on Picasso's level in their eyes.

"Sure, but…" He was about to ask for more mana-replenishing pills or some mana-rich food in exchange when Melisandre interrupted him.

"I'll give you anything in return. Just ask." She held his gaze as she spoke, leaving little doubt that she meant anything.

Looking into those emerald eyes against her flawless dark skin, Magna swallowed.