[South Pole — The Ice Shelf]
"Impossible!! That's an attack from a mythical summon! How can it be stopped so easily?!" Executioner asked in shock.
He stared at the empty space where his sun-sized fireball had been a moment ago. It hadn't been blocked or deflected; the laws of physics that allowed the fire to exist had simply been revoked. The gap between them wasn't just strength—it was dimensionality.
"You kids are still in the dark... Using Mana against an opponent with Primordial energy, are you that stupid?" The First Commandment asked calmly.
He exhaled, a cloud of mist escaping the mask, and rolled his shoulders as if the encounter was barely worth the effort.
"We will overlook what just happened as kids throwing tantrums," He added, rubbing his neck dismissively.
"Kids?!!"
