The mage, dressed in a dark blue robe and a hood, noticed the Light of Judgment coming towards him, but he was unable to react in time.
His hood was lifted, revealing an ugly face that looked like a skeleton. He opened his mouth to say something but could not make a sound.
The Light of Judgment sliced through everything in its path, turning everything to ashes, except for a few young knights who, expecting to die, remained unharmed and were surprisingly feeling themselves, wondering why they had been spared by such a terrifying beam.
The power of the Sun God never harmed the innocent, and people of the neutral faction were not targeted.
But in this city, there probably weren't many from the neutral faction left, just these young people who hadn't seen enough of the darker side and hadn't fallen yet.
Hill watched the mage turning to dust and took a deep breath before turning his gaze towards William's target.
He uncontrollably held his breath, then gradually relaxed.
