"Hm?!"
In the sky, the indifferent expression on the purple-haired, middle-aged man's face suddenly shifted.
In his perception, the trace of his target's aura that he had finally managed to catch had abruptly vanished without explanation.
The purple-haired man frowned slightly and continued manipulating his spell's power, "plowing" through the vast expanse of Greg Town again and again like a farmer tilling a field.
Throughout this, desperate wizards kept letting out agonized screams. Some even threw caution to the wind and charged at him, but he never so much as raised his eyelids. Below him, innocent lives perished miserably in despair.
"It really disappeared?"
The purple-haired man's brow furrowed deeper and deeper. Unwilling to give up, he moved his lips and recited a brief incantation.
The next moment, an expanse of sinister flames the color of bleached bones materialized out of thin air and descended in a vast wave onto the ruins of Greg Town.
Boom-
The ghastly white bonefire engulfed all of Greg Town in a sea of flames.
The fire burned for three full days and nights. The once-prosperous Greg Town ceased to exist, with not a single living creature left.
The purple-haired man searched repeatedly. Finally, he took one last, long look below, then turned and departed.
Day gave way to night, and the lingering pale bonefire burned silently on the plain.
Even the ruins of Greg Town were burned away, leaving only a vast stretch of blackened earth that had sunk deep below ground level.
When the final wisp of bonefire went out, the cold consciousness that had lingered over the entirety of Greg Town finally gave up and withdrew without emotion.
Another three days passed.
A merchant fleet of Spell Airships arrived in the area. Seeing the devastation from afar and sensing the terrifying residual