completely indifferent.
Draco didn't even know when he found himself at the table and put his hand into the right box. Under his fingers, he felt cold balls about the size of a quail's egg. Trying not to think about anything, he grabbed one and pulled it out. In his hand, he held a glass sphere inside which golden runes burned.
‘Kinetic blast,’ he read, and the runes went out.
‘Good, next,’ said the dispassionate voice, accompanied by the scratching of a pen.
Draco put his hand back in the box and repeated the draw four more times. One by one, he pulled out balls with runic inscriptions: light bolt, kinetic shield, flash, and levitation. Then, from the second box, he pulled out two slightly larger balls with the inscriptions: Igun lasso and spark.
The dragon almost breathed a sigh of relief. He had practised all the spells he had drawn thoroughly and could not say that he was unsure about any of them. Thanks to his master's advice, he had no problem with any of the spells, and even used some of them almost instinctively.
‘You may begin when you are ready. The order is up to you, you do not need to announce which spell you wish to use. Offensive spells should be directed at the barrier on the right.’ The instructor moved back a little to give the reptile more space.
Draco swallowed hard. He tried to calm down, although the audience did not make it easy for him. Previously, only Darius and Gizel had watched his spellcasting training, but now quite a few people were staring at him. He took a few deep breaths and stretched out his arm. The mental image was clear, the transmitted energy was immediately released, and familiar runes appeared around his wrist. Sphere. Target. Flight. Piercing. Destruction. The only difference was that recently, the bracelets with magical symbols also contained Atlantean symbols. The runes glowed more brightly and the projectile flew across the arena.
Without waiting for a command, the dragon raised his hand above his head, squinting his eyes. The
