The student was still caught in the relentless grip of Kayzel's lightning, each arc of energy crashing into her body with precision. This wasn't just raw power. It carried a specific trait, a deliberate effect molded into the magic itself.
Every spell was different depending on the intent behind it. One could be shaped to travel further, stretching its range across great distances. Another might be altered to create a stronger paralysis effect, locking muscles in place and robbing an opponent of control. Or it could be tuned to deliver pure, destructive force, lightning aimed to strike deep, targeting the very core of the body.
An unskilled mage might struggle to manipulate their magic in such ways, unable to fine-tune the exact outcome they wanted. They might unleash lightning as it came, wild and without distinction. But Kayzel… Kayzel was not one of those mages. His mastery was absolute.
