The battlefield was a chaotic maelstrom of destruction. Fires burned across shattered streets, while panicked screams of civilians echoed through the air, mingling with the deafening roar of clashing spells. Emery had done his best to keep the raging orcs and relentless dark elves away from the innocent, but the danger was far from over. The civilians remained trapped in a nightmarish crossfire, caught between the furious battle of magus-level warriors and the overwhelming might of a grand magus duel.
Even if Emery succeeded in locating the artifact disrupting his spatial magic, he would still need at least half an hour to teleport the 300,000 civilians to safety. Meanwhile, a single misfire from the ongoing grand magus duel could kill tens of thousands in mere seconds.
