In the valley.
Ilya, dressed in a long dress, suddenly sees buds emerge from the oak magic wand in her hand.
"Vine Skill!"
She scattered a handful of seeds. With a flick of her finger, a circle of runes quickly flickered, turned into light, and sank into the seeds.
Crackling.
The seeds burst open, forming a sea of thorn vines, binding all targets in the square.
"Sure enough…I am very suitable for 'healing' and 'fertility' types of magic… The gift from the teacher, the oak magic wand, suits me perfectly!"
Ilya looked to the other side.
Phil was manipulating flames, constantly shaping them.
The orange-red high-temperature flame became incredibly docile in his hand. It was led by a dark red magic wand, transformed into a large bird, spread its wings, and flew high, very agile.