Vincent keeps his hand to the bottom of the platform, the winds stabilizing into a constant vortex to keep them aloft. "I can maintain this... for a while..." His hand felt like pins and needles were running through it. Magic in this time was wilder. Not necessarily more powerful, but it hadn't felt the hand of man yet.
Vincent let himself feel a certain amount of pride in possibly being the first being to wield magic on this version of Earth.
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