"Boom!"
"Fuck!"
"Thunderclap!"
"Chain Surge!"
"Tempest Field!"
"Bang!"
In the place near the ruin where a volcano used to be, now stood a gigantic mirror that was rotating rapidly.
And inside stood a noble wizard with luxurious clothing, surrounded by fiery flames.
Although, at first glance, it looked impressive, anyone with a little vision could see that the guy inside was being seized.
And that, too, by the countless sentient spiritual fires.
It was quite strange, as sentient spiritual fires should be rare, but here, there were countless.
In fact, even multiple wizards who came after hearing the commotion felt odd.
However, everyone was wise and didn't come near or try to help, as that would be foolish.
"Fucking bastard. Do you think you can play me like this?"
"Boom!"
Arvhael roared in extreme anger and lashed the lightning chain ferociously, cleaving yet another spiritual fire.
He didn't even know how many of them he had destroyed with his extreme power.
