"I don't know either." Lynch still wore a smile: "So I'm particularly eager to know the answer."
Finishing his words, he waved his magic wand, and an intense blue light gathered at the tip of the Powerful Wand. Fyyian squinted, watching Lynch's actions, while carefully listening to the pronunciation of his spells. Only by doing so could he discern which spell Lynch was casting.
"Lightning Spell!" Lynch used his favorite method of attack, surging energy rushed out, transforming into dazzling lightning aiming straight at Fyyian's location.
"Lightning!" Fyyian waved his ring, casting the same spell targeting Lynch. Meanwhile, the ghouls received their master's mental command, finally unleashed to charge at their prey.
"When two identical spells meet, they cancel each other out," Fyyian said. "But some Great Mages can devour the opponent's spell with their own and continue the attack. Although I lack that ability, my ghouls will achieve the same effect."
