Iâm gonna be honest: whatâs the literal Point of being a spellcaster if you never get a bit where youâre 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 thereâs 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
















