The once spacious and bustling banquet hall had turned into a living hell in the blink of an eye!
The wizards who attempted to rebel quickly realized something was amiss, many, like Hank, were severely backlashed by their own magic at the moment they cast their spells—some clutched their heads, wailing in agony, others were sent flying by their very own magic.
With their souls disturbed, even casting the most basic spells had become an extravagant hope.
Desperate cries and screams were unceasing, yet North was indulging in the scene with ecstasy, finding the chaos before him the perfect boost for his ascension.
In the midst of the chaotic crowd, Lynn was rapidly checking his own physical condition—not that he was affected by the Array, but he couldn't understand why all the wizards present appeared to be mentally shocked.
He seemed to have encountered no attacks whatsoever...
Was it because he had once merged and absorbed the power of the "Eye of Death"?
