"It's not over yet, old man!"
"Grip of the Underworld, second phase!"
"...Third phase!"
"...Fourth phase!"
Orson grinned, unleashing one colossal elemental hand after another. If the Earth Elemental God he channeled had any sentience, it might have slapped him out of sheer frustration.
Never before had it been so overworked—summoned repeatedly to pound the battlefield into oblivion.
"Is this the Wrath of the Archmage?"
The leader of the Cleric Guild stared in disbelief, watching the massive-scale magic unfold. The scene resembled an apocalyptic war from an ancient era.
Unmatched Robert: "Spread out! Or... or tank it! Let him burn through his mana, and then we'll finish him in one go!"
C-Team: "OMG, why don't you tank it?! Anyone who goes near those spells is getting flattened! I'll give 1,000 gold to whoever dares!"
