Gin's senses expanded outward, wrapping around the battlefield like an unseen veil. With the creation of his new spell, he had shattered several internal barriers at once.
His magical perception grew sharper, and his control over mana became more refined. Even his core pulsed with newfound vitality, having subtly increased in strength.
It was a surreal experience.
In the past, Gin had always overcome these metaphorical walls through solitary reflection—quiet moments spent deep in thought, piecing together knowledge and experience. But this time was different.
He had broken through while immersed in the chaos of battle, developing a new spell under pressure.
The intensity of the moment made the breakthrough all the more profound.
Sweat, tainted with mana, formed in beads on his skin. With a swift gesture, Gin summoned a torrent of water magic. The liquid coiled around his body in a spiraling current, cleansing him before vanishing into the air.
