The sight of the melee unfolding on the battlefield left the mages watching through the projection utterly speechless, their mouths twitching in disbelief.
They didn't know what to say—it was simply absurd.
After all, the mages engaged in brutal hand-to-hand combat on that ruined battlefield were normally god-tier mages, beings high above the reach of ordinary people, wielding the most mysterious and extraordinary powers.
Yet here they were, fighting in the most basic way possible—fists flying—something none of the onlookers had ever seen before.
As the hand-to-hand combat reached a fever pitch, dark rose petals fluttered across the battlefield, adding a strange, almost haunting beauty to the scene.
The spectators watched with bated breath.
