The roar of thunder loudly resounded through the air mixing with the waves of scorching heat, while the ground violently trembled, as if it was furious and threatening to swallow everything above.
This was a battle of a scale Emery had never seen throughout his entire existence. The last time he witnessed anything vaguely comparable to this was when the Magus Alliance headquarters was attacked by the elves.
He vividly remembered how he could only last a few seconds, before he was knocked out helplessly. The next thing he knew it was all over.
That memory only served to further strengthen his resolve. This time, he could not afford such things to unfold again.
The two of them, Emery and Silva, kept their distance about fifty meters away from the thick and fire of the battle between the White Fang magus and the three Crescent-Moon elven magus.
