Inside the council hall, the air seemed to freeze.
Duke Dorne's question struck everyone's heart like a heavy hammer. Although several legion commanders remained silent, the doubt in their eyes revealed their stance. Maurice's fall had shattered the myth of the Wizard's invincibility in their hearts.
Allen leaned against the back of his chair, looking at Duke Barton without anger, or even a ripple of emotion.
King Alexander's face was livid. He was just about to reprimand them when Allen calmly raised a hand.
"A reasonable doubt."
The eyes of everyone in the hall instantly focused on him. Allen stood up and slowly walked over to the massive sand table.
"Wizards differ from one another. Maurice belonged to the Witchcraft School; his strength originated from his personal Magic Power reserves," Allen said, his voice not loud but reaching everyone's ears clearly. "A person's Magic Power will eventually be exhausted."
