Standing near the crackling firewood, Gilgamel's gaze drifted toward a distant part of the mountain, his brow furrowing. Without turning his head, he asked, "Senior Dean, did you feel that?"
A moment ago, a powerful surge of energy had rippled from the direction where the drunk middle-aged man had bolted—and where the three powerful seniors had flown.
Given the proximity of that battlefield to his current location, the impact Gilgamel felt was far stronger than what other wizards scattered across the mountains might have sensed.
Unbeknownst to him, both he and Dean were fortunate enough to be outside the range of the Heavenlock Starseal Rune. Had they been within it, they wouldn't be standing here calmly by the fire, unharmed.
"That must be the fight of Sixth Circle Wizards," Dean replied evenly, poking at the firewood with a twig.
