To the Dawn Messenger under Lansendel's Divine Power protection, even the most terrifying Blazing Fire is merely a breeze.
So, the flame that was headed towards his master quickly swept across him, rushing straight towards the camp.
"Lord Beltran! Help!" Though he shouted for rescue, the silver-gray robe wasn't foolish enough to stand there waiting. He swiftly dodged to the side.
However, amidst the burning flame, there was a sudden 'boom'... The magic ballista in Delphus's hand completed its last attack.
The silver-gray robe wasn't of the Hainarson lineage... Thankfully, their family always looked down on the middle and lower tiers, relying solely on luck for a rare occurrence of an Archmage in ordinary families.
Nor did he have that fraction of luck, and in probabilistic events, the majority are denominators.
