The biting cold wind whipped with ice fragments, lashing against everyone's face on the snowfield.
Before the entrance of the maze, a gigantic pit lay open and ugly, the rock layers at the bottom reflecting a stubborn cold light under the magic glow.
"Once more!"
Merk's voice was distorted by the tearing wind.
His mage robe danced wildly in the snowstorm, the usual meticulous scholar demeanor long replaced by anxiety and exhaustion.
In front of him, several assistants stood side by side, firmly gripping long staffs pointed forward.
They gathered the remaining magic power into a stream, consolidating into an earth-yellow beam and blasting it at the pit bottom, exploding into a chaotic snow mist!
"Boom——!!"
Kemidir charged ahead, almost exhausting his spiritual power in casting, his pale face full of guilt.
