The explosion blasted towards him head-on.
The young caster named Yann stood rooted to the spot, completely motionless.
His legs had turned to jelly with fear, rendering him incapable of fleeing—even if running would have been futile.
The rate of the explosion compared to Yann's potential full-speed escape.
There was an absolutely insurmountable gap between them.
Before being engulfed by the orange-red flames, gray smoke, and thunderous noise, Yann also caught sight of the state of the Banica campsite.
——Utterly obliterated.
Whether they were casters he got along with or powerful casters that Yann couldn't even hope to touch.
In the face of such a disaster, they and the houses they lived in were no different, all destined to be destroyed in an instant.
Myself...
Am I going to die...?
In that instant, a flood of memories suddenly surged through Yann's mind.
