My heart is pounding as my fingers are inches away from the Wand Of Origin.
The pulsating mana from the wand keeps pouring out of it, causing everyone else in the room to brace themselves against the tables. Yet, it doesn't push me away. It is almost like it wants me to come closer.
To test it.
To see if I am worthy of it. I close my eyes as the magic coming out of the wand becomes too bright.
I feel the hot air caused by the cackling lightning and fire magic. My hand quickly wraps itself around the wand. The moment my hand grabs it, an explosion of elemental mana erupts, sending several shockwaves throughout the chamber, causing several of the tables to rattle aggressively.
The imperial guards instinctively pull up their shields to prepare for anything to go wrong—for the wand to fight against me or the others. As I keep holding onto the wand, the elemental mana encircles me in a celestial storm of origin magic.
