"Shattered Silver Ice, disintegrate!"
The silver-armored figure spread its fingers in a grasping motion and spoke softly.
In that instant.
The elemental particles in the air seemed to have been drained away.
The once-stable spatial structure twisted visibly.
In an instant, the enormous silver disc imprisoning the white-haired wizard shattered on its own, and indescribable forces of collapse and severing surged from its cracks.
Before the latter's Domain had fully formed, it was torn directly to pieces.
That so-called "Domain" was a Third-Level Wizard's initial understanding of rules.
It was a field constructed from their mental power and elements.
In theory, it should have been indestructible.
But before higher-dimensional calculations and targeted physical strikes.
It was as fragile as a sheet of thin paper.
"Aaaahhh!!"
The white-haired wizard let out a shocked and furious roar. The shattered metal fragments of the silver disc whistled as they spun back toward him.
Countless streaks of black and silver light flashed through the void, converging rapidly at a single point.
It was the terror deep within his soul screaming.
But he could not stop it.
"Whoosh—"
The roar came to an abrupt halt.
Like a rooster whose neck had been wrung.
A blood-drenched figure with his robe completely shredded fell downward, his face filled with unwillingness.
Blood splashed across the earth.
It was instantly absorbed by the thirsty soil, becoming nourishment for these ancient ruins.
The silver-armored figure took a step. As though teleporting, he abruptly appeared where the white-haired wizard had been standing, his right hand lightly pinching a tiny winged fairy in its grasp.
The movement was as precise as that of a surgical robot following a program.
There was not the slightest unnecessary tremor.
At that moment, the surrounding area fell into a strange silence.
Even the wind seemed to