"Attack!"
Louis usually presented himself as a good-natured man, but once he decided to act, he was the most decisive.
The Wizard's Magic Wand emerged from his sleeve, aimed at Carl's position.
One-Circle Witchcraft—Bursting Flames!
Streaks of flame materialized from thin air, like red-hot iron wires, swiftly streaking through the void. It resembled a blazing rainbow of fire.
The unconscious Carl swayed. His clothes were instantly incinerated, and his flesh was scorched, creating shallow pits.
HISS...
The onlookers couldn't help but gasp.
The destructive power of witchcraft unleashed by a Late-Stage First-Circle Wizard was utterly terrifying.
That flame could easily penetrate metal and stone. Even a Divine Weapon, tempered a thousand times, could be melted into molten iron, let alone a mere physical body.
