The mountain of weapons was collapsing. The guns at the very top shattered without warning.
They did not explode with the violence of a Blasting Curse. Instead, like hard candy sliced by an invisible blade, they were silently cut apart into a pile of identical, angular little cubes.
The same cutting occurred across every weapon. No matter what kind of weapon it was, it was neatly sliced apart and turned into countless standardized cubes.
There were no sparks or smoke throughout the entire process, only an endless series of faint, tiny rustling sounds, as though a cheerful melody were being played.
The severed cubes did not fall to the ground either. They slowly floated up, gathering again in midair and stacking themselves into an enormous, perfectly regular cube.
"Th-this..." Not only the four Hit Wizards, but even Paul Smith and Mrs. Appaloosa were left wide-eyed and speechless at the sight.
The entire process had been so swift it was terrifying, yet so quiet it was unnerving. And the enormous cube that resulted somehow gave off an eerie sense of comfort.
Paul Smith took a deep breath and could not help but sigh.
He had taken part in the rescue efforts during the "Dragon Attack on New York Incident," so he had a rough understanding of Wizet's strength at the time.
Back then, the power Wizet displayed had still been within the limits of his comprehension.
But now... the Severing Charm Wizet had cast was already beyond his understanding.
Paul Smith instinctively imagined a scene: if he were struck by such a Severing Charm... would he have any chance of surviving?
Such a silent Severing Charm, capable of cutting across such a vast area in an instant...
Even if these were merely a pile of fairly ordinary weapons, slicing them all