Combusted

Atticus's gaze widened. That image… it was perfect.

'How is this possible?' he wondered.

His mind swirled. He had been so baffled that his thoughts stuttered. What the instructor had just done might seem normal to many, but only those who had used the fire element before knew just how much of a feat this was. It was incredible.

The other group members noticed Atticus's shock, but none of them reacted. They had expressed the same shock when they had first seen the instructor's display.

To them, his reaction was justified. In fact, the small fact that he had shown such shock had been the surprising part.

To think he actually recognized how profound a feat the creation of that image was…

The perfect, identical image of Magnus stood in front of the group, its majesty enveloping the area despite being just an image.