"No objections, right? If not, I'm hopping on."
Orson flashed a toothy grin and waved his hand. Aeloria vanished into Battle Space with a swirl of light.
"Earthquake."
The word left his lips lightly as a floating stone bridge materialized out of thin air. He stepped onto it mid-fall, descending steadily toward the back of the Windflame Dragon.
"That timing… Unbelievable."
Hana Snow stared in stunned silence, old memories clawing their way back from the depths of her mind.
This isn't just skill. This is another realm entirely.
Even a simple Tier-C earth spell—used by every frontline earth mage—felt completely different when cast by him. The precision of his control over elemental energy, the seamless flow of his casting... she couldn't compete.
She, an S-rank water mage, felt like a clunky NPC in front of him.
"What do you want from us!?"
Kimchi Blade's voice turned harsh. As the former world champion and de facto leader, he had a duty to protect his squad.
