Thunder roared, and the lightning-forged tiger was as fierce as ever. With every swipe of its claws, bolts of lightning tore through the sky, and with each mighty roar, thunder crashed down from the heavens.
However, no matter how ferociously the tiger attacked, the earthen walls—now a dull brown—would instantly reform, absorbing all the lightning strikes with ease.
Everyone watching was left stunned.
A battle between two high-level spells was not something one could see every day, not even in the larger cities, let alone in a place like Notting City. After all, mages who could master high-level spells held positions of great importance throughout the entire planet of Meze. Why would they engage in battle so casually?
"Is Lord Dean really this powerful?"
"The opponent is a Magus from the Nine Provinces Alliance! And yet, Lord Dean seems to be effortlessly neutralizing every one of his attacks."
"This is insane!"
