The disciples of Hurricane City, who were watching the spectacle unfold, had eyes ablaze with excitement.
Joining Hurricane City was largely for the pursuit of Black Dragon magic, an ancient form of sorcery so exclusive that only about 1% within the city had the privilege of learning it.
The only one who had truly mastered it was Smith himself. Today, they were finally witnessing its awe-inspiring power.
An aura, both rich and overwhelming, emanated from Smith, pressing down upon the earth and heavens alike. Those standing close and of lower levels were crushed to the ground, immobilized by this formidable presence.
Everyone glanced skyward, captivated by the figure encircled in dark light. Was this Smith's true power?
Alexander spoke with quiet detachment. "I dedicated ten years of hard work to Hurricane City, and you discarded me without a second thought. Do you regret your foolish decision now?"
