The ruined city had become utterly unrecognizable the moment the battle erupted. Entire streets vanished beneath explosions, while massive cracks spread across the ground like spiderwebs.
Broken towers leaned precariously, flames consumed collapsed buildings, and thick smoke billowed endlessly into the sky. Blood stained nearly every corner of the battlefield, and shattered weapons along with lifeless bodies littered the desolate roads. Yet, amidst all this devastation, what spread most rapidly across the battlefield was not fire.
It was fear. Pure fear.
And at the center of that fear stood Sage.
Floating calmly above the shattered streets, Sage commanded attention as gigantic magic circles spun around him without pause. The Mana surrounding him grew so dense that it visibly distorted the air from sheer pressure.
