"Crack."
The Runic Magic Circle of Abbes Stronghold was easily broken by Merlin. The three-headed dragon stood up unsteadily. It was merely injured somewhat, not grievously harmed.
Merlin patted the head of the three-headed dragon tenderly, saying softly, "Go on, use your raging fire to destroy Abbes Stronghold!"
The three-headed dragon gave a mighty roar, and its three heads immediately perked up with vigor. It spread its wings and flew toward Abbes Stronghold which was behind it.
Without any defensive measures, Abbes Stronghold was totally powerless to block the three-headed dragon's attack. With a great wave of his hand, Merlin swiftly bound the eleven Ninth-level Spell Casters.
"Tell me, who among you know of any information regarding Ozmu Headquarters?"
Ultimately, what Merlin wanted was information on Ozmu Headquarters. Perhaps these Ninth-level Spell Casters might know.
