Blazing white fireballs, so mighty that they silenced the entire arena.
Even Morin, who had fallen into madness, paused momentarily.
"Um?"
Margaret, locked in battle, swiftly seized the opportunity!
She swung her bright red flame whip, struck Morin with a quick hit, leaving a huge wound on his body, and then decisively retreated to regroup with Colin.
At that moment, the force of the fireball's explosion had not yet fully dissipated.
Endless heat waves rolled in, billowing their hair and wizard robes with a loud whistling sound!
Seeing this, a mix of shock and fear surged in Margaret's heart... She could hardly believe it as she looked at Colin.
Such witchcraft almost touched the realm of Second Rank!
"The battle isn't over yet," Colin said gravely, ignoring their gazes.
Ginsley might be dead, but Morin was still alive...
And then there was the frail priest who had been lurking behind them, unseen.
