No one could say a word.
Even those who had seen powerful mages in their lifetime had never witnessed magic like this. And even if they had met someone greater than Ghislain, they wouldnât have seen this spellâit was magic that had never existed in the world until now.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Ghislain moved his staff slightly, and the fireballs began to drift, spreading out. Each one hovered above the heads of the Ironclad Lion Corps members.
âDamn it...â
The mercenaries were visibly shaken. With fireballs blazing above their heads, the threat was all too real. Any movement could cause the orbs to fall, and the thought paralyzed them.
Tyronâs mind raced. Someone like Zark, skilled enough to distinguish magic from physical skill, had claimed that Ghislain wasnât a mage. That meant Ghislainâs martial prowess alone had been enough to take down a hundred men.
âAn elite warrior. That shouldâve been the real focus.â
When dealing with a mage, the first rule was never to give them time or space to cast their spells. This was especially critical when facing someone who could use advanced-level magic.
Even a 4th-Circle mage could wreak havoc on a battlefield. Ghislain was clearly beyond that, making the current situation disastrous.
âCan we even win?â
Tyron still believed they could. But the cost would be far greater than he had initially anticipated.
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