State of Desmond’s Family

"BACK OFF NOW!" Weston's voice reverberated through the air, jolting the onlookers who had found themselves grounded. Their gazes fixated on the ominous silhouette of a winged creature lurking behind Desmond, an overwhelming fear gripping their hearts.

"Expert Spell: Magic Break," Weston swiftly unleashed his spell, no longer hesitating. The immediate incantation of the third-class wizard's power manifested with astounding might.

*blast*

From between Weston's fingers emerged a minuscule magic circle, materializing into a bolt of lightning that streaked toward Desmond, the shadowy creature enveloping his form. Yet, upon contact, the spell dissipated, the lightning dispersing in scattered tendrils. Weston furrowed his brow, observing the process intently. Determined, he began to chant another spell, urging the people to create more distance between themselves.

"Advance Spell: Dimension."

"Advance Spell: Gravity Lock."