The radiance of the tinder grew ever brighter, but only lasted for a short while. It didn't happen due to the attack that it received. Instead, it was a deeper layer of darkness that concealed its brilliance. The dense layers of cloud hovering by the horizon merged to form enormous vortexes that launched at the final defense of Order in their land.
Countless trails of magical radiances flashed across the sky. In the blink of an eye, explosions that shook the ground swept along a series of storms and filthy, pitch-black gravel. Looking from a distance, it seemed like there were several fluffy tails swaying on the ground and separating the two sides. The mercenaries wielding their modified magic weapons didn't need to aim at their enemies because there was a sea of them in a messy sight. Even if the mercenaries were to blindly blast their attacks, they would undoubtedly be sharp shooters. However, this was meaningless for them.
"Firebombs!"
