A deep pit the size of a small lake appeared in the center of the basin.
One beam of white light after another swiftly descended.
Just in time, dozens of critically injured apprentices were relocated.
Not all local apprentices in the North District are rich enough to afford the "Defender 3202" suit, let alone have extra witch tools for protection.
Among the pursuing soldiers, only a few well-off pure bloods or half bloods,
Managed to narrowly survive the massive explosion from the four great weapons, dozens of ordinary and the enhanced version of timed bombs.
But the impact, as intense as a mountain's pressure, has left the survivors in unbearable pain and in clouded minds.
Those who weren't immediately passed out were just incapacitated, which was already a blessing in disguise.
Anyway, they needed to take a rest.
By the river.
Elise put Link down, also landed herself, looked at the blood seeping from the corners of Link's mouth, and asked, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
