Clatter!
A fragment gleaming with golden light fell from within the True God Church pontiff's robes. Before it could hit the ground, it dissolved into scattered specks of radiance.
A faint ripple of spatial string sorcery spread outward, like a breeze brushing a tranquil lake and stirring barely noticeable ripples.
But everyone present stood at the pinnacle of Spellcasters. Their crystallized mental power was extraordinarily sensitive, and they immediately recognized the remnants left by the destruction of a spatial string sorcery creation.
Augustus, Edwin, Olivia, the leader of the Church of Time, the Spellcaster wearing an ice-sculpted mask, and the other Weavers stared at the abruptly appearing blue-robed figure with hostile eyes.
As one of the chief instigators of the plan to surround and kill Rosha, this pontiff of the True God Church had vanished at the most critical moment, hiding with the aid of a spatial string sorcery creation.
Then, when Charles invoked the tower's power and killed Rosha with a spatial string sorcery formula, this person suddenly sprang out to snatch the Key of Worlds while Charles's mental power was severely depleted.
Several Weavers' eyes flickered, their gazes covertly sweeping over the silver key in Charles's hand.
Now that Rosha was dead, this short-lived alliance naturally could not endure.
The twenty-odd Weavers present belonged to different camps, and included leaders of dark cults and secret societies. Ordinarily, they would never dare set their sights on the High Tower Institute, but now there seemed to be an opportunity to fish in troubled waters.
This Wizard Tower was both the symbol of the High Tower Institute and the most powerful string sorcery creation in the entire Spellcaster World.
That had already been demonstrated. When the full-force attacks of twenty-odd Weavers recoiled, how ferocious had that power been?
Had it erupted