Ray's hands draw a symbol of a scythe in the air; on one side of his body, a dense magic roams in the air. Weapon magic on earth counts as one of the top ten strongest magics. And on the other side, the weaker magic of chains. Ray didn't know how, but Iri had two types of magic at the same time, and that made crafting crystals for her a pain in the ass.
"I think I can grasp how the order should be: decrease the density of chains." Ray ordered the woman sitting in front of her.
Iri had worn a short skirt and a sports bra, with nothing under them; as she sat, Ray could clearly see whatever she hid down there. Next to her was his son; if Ray didn't know, he would assume he was a girl with so many feminine features, but he was not into boys.
For twenty minutes, Ray wasn't able to craft even one magic crystal; the failure weighed heavily on his mind; however, the moment of success was near.
