But now is not the time to think about these matters.
Without a clue about the Holy Grail, any other thoughts are nothing but vanity.
Leonard Churchill looked at the imposing Gandalf again, his eyes revealing contemplation.
That old man, relying on the Magic Array beneath his feet, unleashed a barrage of attacks, quickly killing another Hell Flying Dragon in a short span of time.
Then, he faced the dragon's sky-filling dragon's breath alone, shielded only by his Magic Shield.
The sheer combat power was an eye-opener for Leonard Churchill.
But what he was more curious about was whether those two battered Stone Towers were actually Magic Towers?
At this moment, the two ruined towers were emitting dazzling magic light, as if gathering the power of the Elements around them without end.
Moreover, coincidentally, the two broken Magic Towers were situated right at crucial positions within Gandalf's Magic Array.
This was quite fortuitous.
