Traps and Premonitions

"y!!"

Faced with this calamity-like attack, the green flames in the Heretic God Priest's skeletal eye sockets trembled violently as well. He raised the Black Stone Staff high and shouted a strange syllable.

At the same time, madness flashed through the eyes of the many believers surrounding the Magic Array below. They abruptly pulled Ritual Daggers from their robes and plunged them neatly into their own abdomens. The green flames burning over their bodies flared brilliantly, as though fuel had been poured onto them.

Thus, the green flames enveloping Pomona surged fiercely, faintly taking on a presence comparable to the massive wind pillar.

"Trying to resist?"

With a cold sneer, Duke Carlot directly threw the miniature tornado in his hand into the wind pillar.

In the next instant, the storm's width nearly doubled. The snowflakes swept up by the gale had become blurred silver streaks, even leaving thin, unstable ripples in the space they sliced through.

Faced with the vastly strengthened eye of the storm once more, the surging green flames finally lost the strength to resist and slowly guttered out. The surrounding Heretic Cultists fell in unison like wheat cut by a scythe, no longer making a sound.

Seeing that things had gone wrong, the Heretic God Priest waved his staff and vanished without a trace. The Duke did not stop him from fleeing. After all, he had only come to rescue someone this time; caution came first.

Freed from the restraints of the green flames, Pomona finally broke out of the Magic Array and slowly flew back to the Duke's side.

"You came too late! Their real target is Fiona!"

However, Pomona's very first words made Carlot's heart tighten.

"What happened? What do you know?"

"Stop talking. Let's head to Star Territory first. I'll explain on the way."