Two forces mighty enough to be called "miracle domains" collided violently in the heart of the void.
In that instant, light lost all semblance of physical order.
The sinking daylight seemed to be savagely kneaded by an invisible hand. As light and darkness alternated, the world resembled shattered glass.
A terrifying aura roared outward like a tangible tsunami.
The ancient Rune Magic Array groaned under the strain. Its curtain of light shook violently, on the verge of shattering.
Around the central platform, great swaths of the void developed transparent folds as the structure of space twisted and wailed.
The watching wizards felt a chill shoot from their tailbones straight to the crowns of their heads.
Their pupils trembled. Their breathing stopped.
Countless minds reeled in that instant, the boundaries of their understanding mercilessly shattered.
Could Formal Wizards truly unleash such world-destroying power?
Even the legendary "Miracle" could scarcely be more than this.
An even more absurd reality lay before them: neither of the two fighting to the death on the platform had even reached the peak of the Third Circle.
One was at the Mid Third Circle, while the other... was at the outrageously low Early Third Circle!
"What an... enormous gulf."
Among the crowd, many Third-Ring Wizards turned ashen, cracks forming in their conviction.
They could not understand. They were all ascetics pursuing truth, so where had this heaven-and-earth disparity come from?
Atop a towering stone pillar.
Gale, who had remained immersed in his own world as though cut off from everything around him, finally moved.
He forcibly tore his gaze away from the magnificent Two-Winged Unicorn beside him.
His eyes turned toward the inferno where the black sun clashed with the winter dragon.
Solemnity surged like a tide over his previously indifferent face.
Beneath the shadow of enormous