Seeing Aether gather thick in the air, Elvira only smiled.
"Aether or mana, in the end, both are nothing more than sources of energy," she said.
Her mind went back to the research she had thrown herself into.
She had studied teleportation circles, magic encryption, and countless layers of magical runes.
After breaking them down one by one, she had reached a single conclusion.
Magic was only energy shaped by a formation.
Complex patterns held it together, and every Magus imprinted their own signature into the weave.
That uniqueness made foreign interference almost impossible.
Every spell carried the caster's brand.
But Elvira had knowledge from Ben's old world.
Using that knowledge, she had discovered something else.
All formations resonated at certain frequencies.
If she struck the right one, the spell would collapse on its own.
For mana-based spells, her control was absolute.
As long as her mana exceeded the caster's, she could erase their magic outright.
