Two weeks later.
Edward stood face-to-face with several metal puppets in the room he had used for training these past two weeks.
His breathing became passive... It converged with the wind in perfect synchronization.
On his shoulder, the Fire Butterfly rested patiently, waiting for its moment.
On the fifth continuous, synchronized breath, Edward moved.
He stepped forward and swung his hand in an arc, aiming at the puppets.
Terminal Spark.
The magic he had been learning formed in his hand and shot out at a steady speed. It was much faster than the one he had cast that first time... but even better: it was bigger.
It wasn't centered on a single point, but had three different targets in the same movement.
This magic quickly approached the puppets and struck hard, doing low residual damage but sticking firmly to its target.
Immediately afterwards, Edward jumped to one side and raised his right arm above his head.
Embedded Ember.
