'H-how...?!'
Beruel's mind had been hurting ever since Kuzon managed to survive the attacks of his clone without so much as a scratch.
Their Magic was supposed to be concentrated to the highest degree, and even one blast should have eviscerated anyone who didn't employ the protection of Aether.
He had observed the boy, and the young Midas never erected a barrier in his golden form. He simply tanked their assault.
As if that wasn't enough of a strain on his senses, Beruel also watched as Kuzon dissipated the condensed light attacks made by his clones.
He then destroyed said clones, and—
'H-he... how?! No way...!'
Beruel now stood in his observation room, watching as a massive opening manifested in front of him.
His dense barrier had been bypassed—or rather, obliterated.
Even the walls which he had especially used the strongest alloy he could find to create had also been destroyed.
