This is a kind of magic that inspires spirit and boosts morale.
Lann deduced as much.
And this magic must be unimaginably powerful and profound because, even now, Lann felt the courage and resolve bursting from the depths of his heart to be so natural.
This fervent feeling was so real, without a hint of forced discord.
His reason could clearly discern, yet emotions had already surged vigorously.
"What did you do, Gandalf?!"
The Demon Hunter shouted in surprise.
But the grey-robed Wizard standing on the city wall behind did not speak, only in the hand holding the magically raised Magic Staff, a finely crafted ring embedded with a Ruby subtly glowed.
Yet Gandalf did not respond. It was the Demon Wolf Zhao Ge Luyin, standing atop the mouthparts of the Earth-Swallowing Giant Worm, looking down mockingly and answering with a sinister laugh.
"That old man wants you to persist, Dragon Slayer. Are you too tired now to hear what others are saying?"
