Loud, heart wrenching screams filled the war ground of gods. Groups of mages collapsed, holding their heads as if the burning mist were devouring their very souls.
The aurora screens in the skies, projecting the chaos for all to witness.
"Ahhh! Ahhh!" the cries of fallen mages heard even outside the war ground.
In the spectator stands, spectators began staring at the screens with fear filled in their hearts.
"Did you see that? Thousands of stick family wizards—fallen! Just like that!"
"Hahaha… Young master Kent is a god of war! My savings will triple today" shouted a bettor, his voice trembling with excitement.
"Finally, a true Supreme Arch-Magus to witness after decades! The Frost family has made history today!"
Others weren't so lucky. Among the cheering crowd, gamblers who had bet against the Frost family broke down in despair. "I… I lost everything! Curse that Kent, curse the Frost family, curse these useless Stick families!"
