"Okay, you're coming with me."
I grabbed Kevin by the collar and teleported us to the forest where I first trained him. I let him go, crossing my arms, my face doing a terrible job of hiding how baffled I was by what he'd just said.
"Was that a new spell?" Kevin asked, eyes wide at the teleportation I'd just used. "Incredible… you've only been gone a few weeks and you've already learned a new power, Master!"
At this point, it honestly feels weird that he's impressed by me, considering the achievement he just pulled off.
What did he mean, he recreated profaned magic? I don't care how advanced his formula is, there's no way he should be able to make profaned magic without chaos and divine.
I needed answers.
"Shoot that tree with a fireball. Now."
"Got it!"
He raised his hands, palms aimed at the tree. Magic gathered just beyond his fingers, condensing into something that wasn't quite light, wasn't quite dark…
It was purple.
The exact same color my profaned magic used to have.
