As Nathaniel reveled in his sadistic pleasure, Aurelian knew he had no time to waste with this malevolent foe. Determination surged within him as he straightened his finger, channeling his energy to consume the magical wall's power. A surge of power coursed through him, finally breaking through the magical wall's defenses. The wall and its ancient inscriptions began to disintegrate.
Aurelian's face contorted in pain as he absorbed the wall's power. It was a torrential infusion, the magic coalescing within him and transforming him into a fiery red form, dangerous and unpredictable. Nathaniel, once confident, now found himself faced with an enraged and empowered Aurelian.
The sudden change caught Nathaniel off guard, fear gripping him. But before he could react, Aurelian lunged at him, striking him with immense force. Nathaniel was thrown back, crashing to the ground. Meanwhile, Aurelian, consumed by the unleashed power, collapsed in the aftermath of his surge.
Amidst the chaos, the magical wall disintegrated completely, leaving behind awe-struck disciples who had gathered around the now vanished structure. They were perplexed, trying to comprehend the inexplicable turn of events.
"How is this possible?" one disciple exclaimed, bewildered by the sudden disappearance of the ancient inscriptions and the magical diagram.
Ignatius, concerned for Aurelian's safety, hurriedly searched the area but found only Nathaniel lying amidst the debris. Confusion and worry clouded their thoughts.
"Nathaniel consumed all this power. He must have become immensely powerful and uncontrollable," a disciple speculated.
"Let's keep our distance," another suggested, recognizing the danger that Nathaniel now posed.
However, one senior disciple had a vengeful agenda, harboring a deep grudge against Nathaniel. "We shouldn't let him go berserk because as he consume this he is now dangerous. Throw him into the Gunfire Magic Well, where all magical tools are destroyed. Let him face torture and demise. The Supreme God will hear of this blasphemous act, as he consumed the magical ancient words. The prophecy about the chosen one still holds, and they will continue to hunt him."
In the midst of their deliberations, Elara emerged, questioning their actions and motives.