A figure stepped out from among the group of ambushers, his footsteps slow and deliberate.
Over his shoulder, he carried something long and heavy—its surface glinting faintly under the moonlight.
The moment I saw it, my blood ran cold.
'…Why is that here?'
It was massive, almost like a steel bazooka, humming faintly with magic. I knew exactly what it was.
A Mana Disruptor.
A secret weapon the Empire had been developing for years. Anyone struck by its blast would have their internal mana completely scrambled—leaving them unable to control or channel it for a while.
It wasn't just some prototype. It was one of the most dangerous anti-mage weapons ever built.
And the cruel part?
The more powerful your mana, the worse the damage.
Even the Empire's strongest knights avoided using it carelessly.
Which meant whoever these guys were, they weren't amateurs.
Across the street, the lead knight guarding the carriage suddenly tensed. His eyes widened as he recognized the weapon.
