Under the ravages of Thunder Magic, the meeting hall had become a pile of ruins, with a massive whirlpool of thunder constantly vomiting ferocious lightning at its center, its formidable power causing the entire area to collapse.
Even though Fula and the others reacted swiftly, they were not completely spared from harm; the violent force instantly flung those closest to it outwards.
"This is the power of Thunder Magic!" Fula wiped the fresh blood from the corner of her mouth, her face filled with admiration.
"He's definitely dead, he's definitely dead..." a male Wizard shouted excitedly, as under such an immense force, not only a commoner without Magic would face certain death— even a Grand Wizard caught in it would have no other fate!
So-called Faraday cages would only turn to dust under such thunder...
