Elvira glanced at him, eyes glinting. "Yes, my beloved. Seem your understanding on magic keep getting better."
Ben snorted softly. "What, you thought I'd stay clueless forever?" He leaned closer to the table. "So what's the end goal here?"
"A more stable energy. Easier to control," she said, voice turning serious. "After our fight with the Magus, I started experimenting, studying how he shaped his spells."
She tapped her finger again, The projection above the table change, forming a new image.
A dragon, Made entirely of lightning. It moved through the air above the table, its long body crackling with flowing arcs of current.
Each flap of its wings sent ripples of blue and white through the room, casting flickering shadows on the walls. It twisted, dove, roared, a deep, and then, with a sharp beat of its wings, the dragon climbed high above the projection's imaginary sky.
Elvira raised her hand, eyes glowing faintly, and snapped her fingers.
