The priests, priestesses, and all the inhabitants of the sky city stared in shock and disbelief at the cloud of smoke and the site where the famous tower—where the pope handled serious affairs and held meetings—was now reduced to rubble.
They sucked in cold air at the sight of the devastation the magic circle had left behind. Before the tower exploded, everyone had watched a giant, complex circle envelop the tower, moments before its destruction.
They had never imagined such a dangerous spell could exist, and knowing it came from an enemy sent a bolt of fear through their hearts, as they pictured themselves taking the brunt of the attack without ever seeing its caster.
A middle-aged man shouted urgently, veins bulging from his neck: "Quickly cover it up, don't let it spread!"
