One minute ago...
Watson stood on Blackmoon Castle's ground; he watched as the waves engulfed the 500 men. A violent silver snake with an ancient aura rolled inside the waves.
"This is gold-tier magic!" he exclaimed.
Gold-tier magic could cover an area of several kilometers wide, change the weather, and also had the power to destroy the world. A mage of the same level was equivalent to ten warriors. It was not only a saying, especially for those above the gold tier, but the gaps would become even more apparent. After all, the gold tier was the threshold between an elite and a powerful being who could move the mountains and refill the seas.
'No one in the Blackmoon Castle could withstand a spell of this intensity, including me,' Watson thought.
