"Pass a message? Are you even qualified?" The Storm Queen's silver hair moved without wind, terrifying magic power gathering around her. The speed was so quick that a whirlwind formed around her, a shocking rate of magic power convergence.
It seemed in an instant, the surrounding magic power all gathered at her side, including those red-robed mages who secretly watched and gathered magic felt their control greatly weakened, much of it forcibly taken by the opposing side.
This is the most disgusting part of engaging in magical confrontation with these chosen of the Magic Goddess.
No matter how high their magic profession level, they were outsiders. The other side were the true children, their usage of the Magic Network and affinity with magic far unmatched by them.
For the same magic spell, the casting speed or power, naturally, there was no comparison.
