The vast Battle Square was silent.
Magicians with Magic Rings looked on in stupefaction at the scene before them—a giant silver bat gently flapping its wings in the sky, and beneath it…the young wizard who stood atop a massive ice ball, waiting quietly.
Some time had passed since the giant silver bat, Biondini, sprayed a white light cluster towards the direction of the sixth Meditation Tower. The white light cluster vanished soundlessly, as if thrown into a dark body of water, triggering no ripples at all.
Everyone was waiting.
They hadn't yet recovered from the shock and impact of the previous fight. The emotions that should have been expressed through various actions, expressions, and sounds, like the explosive fireball under the young man's feet, were now sealed and frozen over by thick ice, unable to leak out even the slightest bit.
Everyone was enveloped in an intense and overwhelming sense of suffocation.
