It was now low, quiet and carried the calm weight of a grown man.
By the time the skeleton-like men noticed the change, it was already too late.
In the next instant, a purple flash ran horizontally across the room.
By the time anyone understood what it was, the blazing fire had vanished without a trace and the skeleton-like men who had been attacking fell to the ground like puppets whose strings had been cut.
His eyes were wide open in shock, not understanding what had happened.
When his bodies hit the cold floor only then would they realize that they had already died.
"Wh-what is this… Master!!"
Among the five priests who had not joined the attack, one of them looked up at the skeleton-like men for help.
He was trembling as he stared at the lifeless white heaps that had once been his master.
But his master's gaze did not move at all.
His eyes were fixed only at the center of the room.
It was understandable.
