The last fragments of shattered sigils faded from the sky, and the violent storm of Magic finally began to collapse.
The thunder of explosions slowly died away, leaving behind drifting dust and broken stone scattered across the domain.
What had once been the old man's carefully controlled battlefield now looked like a land that had survived a natural disaster. Deep fractures ran across the ground. Jagged pillars of earth still stood like broken spears rising from the terrain.
The old man did not move. He simply stared.
For the first time since this confrontation began, awe crept into his expression. Not only that, but he also felt fear.
His eyes remained fixed on Eccar while opened wide and no longer sharp with the same cold hostility as before. The hostility had not disappeared, but caution had forced its way beside it now.
He had expected resistance and mysterious power. But he had never expected something like this.
