Every time control was contested, even slightly, the sigils would crack under the strain. Neither side understood restraint yet. The round tables kept emitting soft bursts as fragments shattered and reformed.
No one needed Foolishness to teach them this. Rita and the others instinctively learned to maneuver their sigils away from the threads of opposing magic.
There was a crucial difference between drawing a sigil from scratch and dismantling an existing one. If she drew her own, three to five fragments would barely produce an E rank skill. But when she extracted pieces from a fully formed sigil and recombined them, the new skill inherited traces of the original's structure. Its rank and destructive power rose dramatically.
At that moment, five fragments twisted and fused in Rita's palm. When their magic finally linked, an S rank skill took shape. Those five fragments had come from just three S rank skills.
