Spell Domain

"Before you make any purchases, I must warn you," The butler placed his hand on his heart and began to speak:

"This spell is known to be cursed..."

'Oh? Then it sounds perfect for me.' Sol smirked inwardly.

"It has a habit of attacking its own user; depleting them of all of their Ether stores at once and using it all to decimate them from the inside out. It's a horrid spell that has caused many fatalities. Yet... if you insist, I am forced to sell it do you."

The man sounded quite concerned. His brows squirmed inwards, as though he wanted Sol to desperately not choose this option.

"I'm going with it. I'll tame that rowdy lightning." Sol smirked, picking the imperfect Spell Orb.

The butler sighed, "If that is what you must decide on, then as I said, I have no choice." The butler picked the orb up.

After ringing it up on the counter, the price of the orb came out to 350,000 spirit stones.