Quakes and Clashes

Meilyr couldn't believe himself.

He had been naive, taken by surprise due to the remnants of his humanity. 

Magi were cunning by nature. One wouldn't be able to battle the constant corruption of their own mind if they weren't fickle enough. Being a child changed nothing, as an Insight Ritual twisted sanity and innocence alike. 

Beyond the apprehension of failing the Electus Minor, the fact that such an act had deceived him frustrated him to no end.

No more.

Curiosity aside, he had wanted to keep Vivi at arm's length due to convenience. If she proved too troublesome for what she was worth, killing her and retrieving his golden orb would become the easier task.

He wasn't going to make the same mistake twice. 

Darting through the forest on her trail, he coated his body in a thick layer of Mana before launching himself in a straight line, destroying a string of trees and covering several hundred meters in a single leap.