"Glacius Hastam. Congela et Traice."
Three large glowing red mana circles expanded in front of his palm as the mana coalesced—creating a wave of pressure that impacted those in the hall.
"MICHAEL NO!"
Melody's screeching scream pierced their ears, but it was drowned out by the hum of power echoing within the hall. The three boys opposite Michael instantly went pale as the absurd amount of mana was poured into the mana circles.
"I-impossible!"
"We're going to die!"
Randolph and Craig who were accompanying Braydon turned on their heels and ran as fast as they could, abandoning any semblance of noble bearing—prioritizing their own safety over their bosses.
Meanwhile, Braydon froze, his earlier snide grin was replaced by utter shock and fear. His bravado was no more, reducing him to a mere training dummy stood sentinel in front of the powerful attack.
Yet unfortunately for him, he did not possess the hexagonal shield like the dummy.
