Even the most terrifying scorching flame was no more than a breeze to a Dawnbringer protected by Lathander's divine power.
And so, the flames rushing toward their master swept over him and surged straight toward the camp.
"Lord Bertrand! Help!" Despite crying for help, the man in silver-gray robes was not foolish enough to stand there waiting. He swiftly dodged to the side.
But a sudden bang came from within the blazing flames... the Magic Ballista in Delifus's hands had completed the final attack of its existence.
The man in silver-gray robes was no Hainalson... or rather, fortunately, his family had always been too lofty to think much of an ordinary, lower-middle-ranking family like the Hainalson Family, which could only occasionally produce an Archmage through sheer luck.
Nor did he have the luck to be the numerator. In matters of probability, the denominator always contained far more people.
And so, that long bolt, swifter than lightning, carried him straight into the camp's barrier of light... before his silver-gray robes could slide down it, the scorching flame sweeping after him set them alight.
Neither the two within the giant screen nor those watching outside it felt anything about his death.
No one would pity a fool who sought his own death.
Beside him, even Delifus became a pitiful figure whose actions were understandable.
Although the onlookers still knew Delifus was an innately cold-blooded creature, none of them would side with the silver-gray-robed fool over him... even if the sins that fool might have committed amounted to only a fraction of Delifus's.
But sometimes, foolish greed was truly more revolting than cold-blooded cruelty.
The Dawnbringer did not even look back, allowing the roaring flames to reduce everything to ashes.
Delifus truly could no longer control those flames, but in that instant, he