The mountain of weapons was disintegrating, the guns at the very top shattering without warning.
They did not explode violently as if struck by a Blasting Curse. Instead, they were like hard candy sliced by an invisible blade, silently cut apart and scattered into a pile of small, angular cubes of identical size.
This slicing happened to every weapon. No matter what type of weapon it was, all were cut apart neatly and turned into countless uniform cubes.
Throughout the entire process, there was not the slightest spark or smoke, only the fine, tiny rustling that went on without end, as if a brisk piece of music were being played.
The cubes that had been cut apart did not scatter across the ground, either. They slowly floated up, gathered again in midair, and stacked themselves into an incomparably enormous, perfectly regular cube.
"Th-this..." It was not only the four Hit Wizards. Even Paul Smith and Mrs. Appaloosa, after seeing this scene, were dumbstruck and unable to say a word.
After all, the whole process was so fast it made the heart tremble, yet so quiet it was outrageous. The enormous cube finally presented before them even gave people a strange sense of comfort.
Paul Smith drew in a deep breath and immediately felt a wave of emotion.
Back then, he had also taken part in the rescue efforts during the "Dragon Attack on New York Incident," so he had a rough understanding of Vizet's strength at the time.
The strength Vizet had displayed then had actually still been within the range of his understanding.
But now... this Cutting Curse that Vizet had cast was already somewhat hard for him to understand.
Paul Smith instinctively imagined such a scene. If he encountered a Cutting Curse like that... would he have any