This spell was incredibly domineering.
Within one-thousandth of a second, Dole felt as though that sphere was the earth itself, and he was helplessly falling toward the gravity sphere. A flicker of surprise rose in his heart.
This was high-end witchcraft. In such a cramped environment, it was practically an ultimate technique!
Without another word, he controlled the white light with his mental power, steadying himself before tossing someone out and placing him before his chest.
Dole gripped the man by the neck. Drawn by the gravity sphere, the man's body flew forward at a slant. The instant Dole let go, the man would be sucked toward the gravity sphere.
Watching this from the doorway, Toby felt so miserable he could vomit blood. The moment he saw one of his clansmen appear, he knew the assassination attempt had failed. Gravity had no effect on Dole whatsoever, and he immediately understood that this man's attainments in witchcraft far surpassed his own.
At that moment, Dole looked at him with a smiling face and said, "Wizard Toby, why get angry? He isn't even from your family, so why make a move? This world is unusually stable—we can have a good fight here. If you want to fight, I can keep you company, but launching a sneak attack in secret isn't exactly a fine reputation."
Toby's expression darkened terribly. Another label had been pinned onto him.
A sneak attack was among the most despised acts in the wizarding world.
He was about to speak when Dole gave a faint smile. "I've taken one of your moves. Now you take one of mine. Courtesy demands reciprocity."
Toby immediately became alert.
Dole smiled faintly and raised a hand. Strands of deathly aura gathered before him, forming, in nearly the blink of an eye, an illusory