Swift Kill, the Curtain Rises
"Deal with us?"
The witches of the Blackstone School could not help but laugh, and the other three witches could barely hold it in either.
A Second-class Apprentice Witch who had only advanced a year ago.
What kind of mindset did he have to say something like that?
"Then let's see whether your strength is truly solid!"
A cruel smile appeared on the witch's face.
At the same time, he took out a box-like device. Immediately, a faint curtain of light rose from all directions.
It trapped everyone within.
Ian could see that the light curtain was a pale blue.
With a casual flick, he sent a flame flying toward the curtain.
It did not pass through.
An alchemical piece of sealing equipment?
Ian looked at the box with great interest. It had to be at least a Zero-Ring Witchcraft Artifact.
Interesting.
"This light curtain cannot be shattered without the strength of a peak Apprentice Witch. The school has gone to great lengths for your sake.
"It also bears runes that conceal and cut off communication with the outside world. No one outside can even hear a sound, and from a little farther away, they cannot see anything at all. In other words, no one will come to save you today."
The witch bared shark-like teeth and sneered.
Just as he expected Ian to show a panicked expression, what happened next left him stunned.
Ian was utterly calm.
He even wore a faint smile.
A measured, confident voice slowly reached his ears. "That's wonderful!"
The witch froze, but in the next instant, he saw layer upon layer of waves gradually emerge across the ground.
Ian's aura steadily grew stronger.
Magic power of every color gathered around him, radiating a terrifying pressure.
"Something's wrong!"
The witch