The two High Tower Spellcasters, moving at great speed, were already immersed in the sense of control that came with this game of cat and mouse.
The spellcaster in the lead, responsible for clearing obstacles, had a nearly imperceptible, contemptuous smirk playing on his lips.
He didn't even bother to glance back at the Serrated Anchor sailors trapped by the earth wall, beating against it in vain. It was as if he were merely swatting away a few annoying, buzzing insects.
In his eyes, these Pirates, relying solely on brute force and crude weapons, were no different from the practice targets on a training field. Their only purpose, perhaps, was to serve as a minor test for the stability of his Spell Models and his own Casting speed.
"So... incredibly noisy."
He murmured to his companion, the one tasked with hindering their pursuers, his voice laced with cold indifference.
