The magical light bloomed beautifully under the horrified gaze of the gambling boss. But to him, that beauty was the most terrifying thing he had ever seen.
Instinctively, he squeezed his eyes shut, bracing for the attack. Yet seconds passed... and nothing happened. No strange sensations. Not even the familiar sound of a spell being unleashed.
His mind began to spiral.
Am I already dead? Was the spell so powerful I didn't even feel it?
Driven by curiosity, he cautiously opened his eyes and scanned the area. Everything looked the same. Rain still poured outside, the battlefield remained in chaos, the house was still damaged—and Clayton lay on the floor, weak and unmoving.
It was all normal.
Too normal.
He found it hard to believe he had just survived a mid-tier One-Star magic scroll. But when he saw the ashes of the scroll in Clayton's hand, he could no longer deny it.
