"Caster? Get to the point."
"He was very tall, with red skin and a single glowing eye..."
"I'm not asking about his appearance! I'm asking what spells he used! Was it the Antioch Family's Ash Arts?"
"He... he pointed at us with his hand, his eye lit up, and the brothers turned to ash. We don't know what kind of Arts it was..."
Felod frowned. Judging by the fact that they had been reduced to dust, the Antioch Family's casters could indeed accomplish such a thing. But turning people into ash was never that easy for them. They first had to petrify the victim completely, then shatter the Men of Stone with a shockwave-like spell. This terrifying way of dying was also why no one in the Antioch Family dared to betray them.
A flick of the finger, a flash of the eye, and dozens of people turned to ash...
Such a method of casting had never been seen before. Even ancient books and myths rarely contained descriptions like this.
That caster in the bar must have possessed astonishing talent...
Still, there was nothing to fear. Felod himself could not use Originium Arts, but he knew that using them consumed a great deal of stamina. The more exaggerated and powerful the spell, the greater the expenditure.
The burden imposed by instantly cast spells was almost unbearable for a caster. Even the most gifted genius could not use them repeatedly in succession.
With that thought, Felod sneered. He believed the caster was merely a paper tiger, trying to intimidate him with one clean, decisive spell. But he had been too arrogant. He had taken Felod for some illiterate idiot who never studied or learned anything.
The next tactic was simple. Batch after batch of cannon fodder would rush into the bar