No matter how far he looked, all he could see was destruction, the same town that was filled with noise and laughter just seconds ago had now turned into a graveyard.
Leon took off his glasses and wiped the dust sticking to them while keeping his eyes closed, trying to process everything that had just happened. That young boy's mana core was white, and for a child of that age to have a core like that was impossible, and judging from the bruises covering his body, there was only one conclusion he could reach in that moment, someone must have forced it.
The blast was not an accident. It was planned from the beginning.
Leon recalled the strange woman on the stage, remembering how easily she gathered the entire crowd, how casually she spoke, how naturally she picked the boy, and from all of that, it was already clear to him that she had been behind it.
