It had to be said that the Scarlet Brood's wizards had been right in their research.
Just as Clark and the others finished the battle, an indescribably vast will suddenly descended.
Boom!!!
The surrounding chaos seemed to be torn apart by an invisible giant hand. Benjamin only felt the space before his eyes suddenly twist, every color, distance, and direction stretched into bizarre long lines at once.
Then, his vision abruptly brightened, and solid ground returned beneath his feet.
Bluish-gray stone slabs, the gentle fragrance of flowers.
On the distant banquet table, unfinished wineglasses still sat there.
They were back.
Looking at the scene before them, everyone was dazed, as though that life-and-death battle had never happened.
Benjamin steadied himself and immediately looked up.
On the other side of the garden, several Level 8 Wizards were still standing there.
Their clothes were immaculate and their expressions calm. Some had not even set down the wineglasses in their hands.
Their composed appearance made it seem as though Benjamin and the others being swept away by spatial turbulence had been nothing more than a trivial interlude.
However, not every Level 8 Wizard was so calm. Wizard Noren and Grand Mentor Anton, for instance, looked considerably more unpleasant. Grand Mentor Anton stood with his hands behind his back, and his small face, usually smiling, was now rarely icy cold.
He said nothing, merely staring at the two Level 8 Wizards behind Azrael as invisible waves of power gathered in the air.
Given a Level 8 Wizard's control over energy, such obvious gathering of power clearly showed his stance. Wizard Noren was even more direct, his gaze falling upon the two Level 8 Wizards opposite him.
"Your Excellencies, isn't this 'accident' a little too coincidental?"
As his words fell, the atmosphere immediately dropped to