Blood rushed to Arad's head; he was watching the whole time while controlled. Every wizard that was within a thousand-kilometer range from him felt a sharp pulse in magic. A heavy wave that almost jolted them dead but it quickly faded away, leaving them thinking it was nothing but a passing headache.
That was Arad almost going berserk, allowing anyone to feel the full extent of his magic. He was keeping his magic and presence hidden at all times to protect people, but when enraged, he failed to keep that check for a split second, almost causing a disaster.
Alaric opened his eyes inside the basement of his castle, the glowing magic circle around him slowly faded as he sighed; his plan had failed halfway, but he was certain he fatally wounded Lunara, and killing her was a decent enough result. This would allow him to dominate a third layer in the abyss.
