I’m gonna be honest: what’s the literal Point of being a spellcaster if you never get a bit where you’re levitating and your eyes are glowing and wind from nowhere is whipping your hair and clothes about (mostly back, in a suitably dramatic way), and there’s a strange light about you and fire/lightning/power crackling, growing in your hands, and you say something authoritative and righteous in a slightly echoing voice and then blast someone
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