"Mass distribution?" Hardrial looked at the magic, slightly confused. He didn't understand what it meant, but since it was a request made by the one who created this magic, he did it.
The bullet soon shot out of his hand. Despite the strong winds battering the area, the bullet quickly approached the target rock and was soon firmly embedded in it.
It didn't slow down too much despite the considerable distance and the tremendous winds in this area.
By the time it reached the rock, it didn't have much power, but it was enough to stick slightly and not fall off.
Louis nodded, smiling softly.
This was a success.
He grabbed the piece of rock that had been shot. It crumbled in his hand, but he was satisfied.
"Correct distribution, sufficient power, and a wide variety of variables to create."
Hardrial arrived behind him. "What is this distribution you speak of?" he said, expanding the magical protection around the area so that the wind would not disturb him.
