When Socrasson woke and rose from the chaos and pulled his unconscious apprentice out of the debris, the battle on the Mycroft Continent was over for the time being.
In that very moment, the dense pine forest had been completely swept away by the shockwaves from the two Supreme champion's battle. Against majestic forces that split peaks and stop rivers, the countless sturdy ancient trees that were centuries or even millennia old were no better than a fragile green foxtail.
That was true for a Gold-tier knight.
Slapping his apprentice's face to ensure that he had merely fainted temporarily and not dead, Socrasson sighed. "Well, it's fine to be unconcious."
At least there's no need for him to worry over the current situation.
The old adventurer then proceeded to ensure that there were not absent parts of his own body. Finally, hugely relieved, he turned around cautiously, studying the unfrozen riverbanks of the Magel carefully.
