The instant the Weapon Master clashed with the Dark Guard of the Fryce Family, most of the female Personal Guards finished their incantations, and their Magic Scrolls crumbled to ash.
Dozens of sheets of parchment burned away at once, their gray-white embers drifting through the air like snowflakes.
With dozens of scrolls unleashed simultaneously, an immense surge of energy flooded the central hall. Renato had no time to think. His body reacted before his mind did.
He instinctively ducked behind the Nightwind soldiers who were still firing, activating Shadow Shield and layering it over the divine shield he had cast beforehand.
Boom!
The ground shook as savage magic tore through the air. Shock waves swept outward, then rebounded off the walls, tossing the Drow warriors around like toys and flinging them into the air.
Even the colored glass in the dome shattered. Multicolored shards rained down, striking the stone floor with sharp, brittle cracks.
Many of the scrolls contained spells with conflicting properties. Before they could even take shape, the incompatible magical energies around them caused them to explode. Renato's vision blurred, his hearing faded, and nothing remained in his ears but a buzzing roar.
Collapsing walls, scattered corpses, clouds of dust... The sensation made him feel as though he were back in the battle against the Elder Brain Dragon, at the moment its breath had struck him head-on.
For an instant, the world became distant and unreal, as though he were viewing it through a Water Curtain of murky water...
No, it wasn't that bad. In less than half a second, Renato shook off the dizziness of a mild concussion. He shook his head, his vision gradually clearing as the ringing in his ears slowly subsided.
He glanced at the [Adventurer's Guide] that had popped up. Seeing that his