The Northern Alliance's morale completely collapsed at this moment, beginning to slowly retreat.
Brando moved a Life Holy Scripture out of the field, shuffling all the cards from the graveyard back into the deck.
Then he began to draw cards.
Eighteen cards.
Three Rise, four Lightning Storms, Vampire Baron, Wave Gem, Radiant Trumpeter, Fire Giant Spirit, Highland Servant, Wolf Cave, Fire Claw Spearman, four Dawn.
Brando lifted his head, eyes gleaming with an unusually bright light. He flashed a smile at Williams, baring his teeth like a beast ready to devour.
Eighteen cards, eleven spells, meaning next time he will draw thirty-three cards.
This is the core significance of Adversity Heaven; as long as Thought Acceleration remains on the field, the cycle for a Travel Mage will only speed up, with no limits.
Ultimately, the speed at which he casts spells will be linked only to his card-drawing speed, without regard to anything else.
This is the storm.
Sideways Desperate Trojan.
