The destroyer-type warship was manned with an average crew of 300 warriors, including around 30 magus realm combatants and a single grand magus realm commander. As two dozen figures emerged from the burning wreckage, it was clear that the rest of the crew had perished in the attack.
"YOU BASTARD!!?" Xavier roared, his voice echoing across the desert.
The two dozen mysterious magus hovered ominously in the air, the remnants of the warship smoldering behind them. With the golden barrier shattered, they seized the opportunity to press their assault, launching a barrage of spells aimed at the ground below.
Xavier, fueled by rage and grief, stood his ground. His three cosmos realms' power surged, forming an impenetrable shield that absorbed the incoming spells. The air crackled with the intensity of the magical clash, creating an electrifying spectacle.
