The smoke of dust rose onto the open ground; most buildings nearby were shrank into little pebbles scattered around the area. Deus, the grandmaster of the magic tower, was looking beneath him; his breathing was a little hoarse, and beads of sweat covered his entire forehead.
'Where? Where is she?' He pondered as he moved his gaze away from the crater.
Despite his attack being successful, there was doubt present in his eyes.
"Did I really get her?" He thought, catching his breath during the process.
However, a sudden laughter made him gulp and widen his eyes in surprise.
"Is that all you've got?" Said a voice behind the smoke, mocking the old man.
