The boys watching this scene from a distance had their mouths wide open. This level of battle had far exceeded their imagination. Whether it was the destructive rain of light falling from the sky or the rock defenses capable of blocking such attacks, both were enough to deeply shock them.
Joka remained motionless, while Maher instinctively retreated until he bumped into the bars on the other side of the cage. When he realized this, his forehead was already covered in cold sweat.
The deepest part of Kevan's gaze reflected a layer of golden light. He clenched his hand tightly, staring fixedly at the scene. Unlike most people's eyes, which were attracted by the splendid magical effects, he continued to watch Brand, who was orchestrating all of this.
"This is…" Yuta clutched the iron bars with both hands, as the rain of light seemed to seep directly into the depths of her soul, causing her to tremble from within.
