End the Battle

"Those of you, start chanting advanced magic too, hurry! Unless we take this guy down, there's no road left for us!"

At this moment, the queen was still directing the mages around her, speaking in a resolute voice. The mages around her also nodded one after another, joining the chanting ranks as they prepared for one last desperate attack.

But... they did not understand that from the moment Benjamin uttered that syllable, the rules of the game had changed.

The first change was the crimson sun in the sky. In its clash against the elemental barrier, it had already been steadily consumed. After activating "Descent of Water," Benjamin raised his eyes and casually waved at the crimson sun.

Snowflakes suddenly began to drift down from the sky.

"This is..."

At first, Ikor's mages merely felt the temperature around them plummet, and they looked up in shock. Yet what they saw was a sight they would remember for the rest of their lives.

The fluttering crimson petals seemed to become a swirling vortex, endlessly circling the crimson sun. The sun no longer possessed its initial might; it could not even spit out a single flame, and it continued shrinking at a visible rate.

When it had shrunk to a certain extent, they saw that the crimson sun, composed entirely of flames, had somehow formed a thin layer of ice around its outer surface.

—It had become a gigantic ice sphere wrapped around raging flames.

All the mages shuddered in horror.

Especially those who had cast the magic. They hurriedly tried to control their spells, attempting to make the flames break through the ice sphere's confinement. However, as the snowflakes continued to dance, the outer layer of ice only grew thicker and thicker, while the flames within became weaker and weaker.

Soon,