115 Fireball

It was the ninth day after learning the "fireball" spell. Whilst lifting a finger in his right hand, Abel began drawing the spell pattern at an extremely slow pace. It took him two minutes to finish drawing, but he was sure that he could make his very first spell.

Finally, the pattern was finished, and Abel began to chant the spell. He spoke out in the noble tongue of the elves, "O the passionate elf of fire; please lend me your strength! O the element of fire, under the command of the elf, you shall become an indestructible ball of flame!"

The pattern began to glow. At this moment, a dark golden light flashed from the Horadric Cube and reflected on the 'fireball' spell pattern. Just when he wanted to know what happened, the 'fireball' spell pattern started burning towards its inside, and a fireball was slowly formed. Abel felt the hot temperature of the fireball, flung his hands quickly, and threw it to the ground not far from where he was standing.

Boom.