Theo could feel both powers fluctuating in his veins. His left hand felt like it was burning, while right hand felt like it had frozen solid. Like Yin and Yang, they both responded and resisted each other. Indeed, Abraxas’ recoil, the spell which transcended circles, wasn’t comparable to other spells. If Theo lost concentration for even a moment, it would self-destruct with a repulsive force that would tear him apart.

Still, I can do it.

He was nervous, but he was not afraid. The magic had once succeeded in imperfect conditions, so he was confident that he could pull it off now. Theo kept his mind sharp. Rather than waves eroding away at rocks, his nerves were like light misty rain onto rocks.

He refined his spirit and gathered it at one point. Casting the spell was like threading a needle, but Theo’s highly trained concentration made it possible.

The two unstable forces circulated and started to reveal the shape of a sphere.

Wuuuuuu.

It emitted a calm buzzing. There was no magic storm like before. There wasn’t even the slightest fluctuation as he maintained the contradictory existences. Theo stood at the boundary of Yin and Yang and looked down at the...