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Roar—!!!
A dragon's roar—far more violent than anything heard during the earlier performance—tore through the night sky outside the theater's protective shield.
The sound pierced the barrier, instantly drowning out all noise on stage.
A split second later, a terrifying jet of toxic flame—several times thicker than Venom Lord's, darker in color, almost pitch-black—smashed violently against the outer shield!
Clearly, the defenses set up by the troupe for performance effects and "safety" were pitifully fragile when faced with a full-strength strike from a truly enraged adult Peruvian Vipertooth.
Crack! Boom—!
The shield shattered on impact. A massive hole was melted through it as pungent sulfur and deadly poison poured into the theater.
The torrent of fire came whistling straight toward the spectator stands—directly at Lynn and Edgar.
Even before the scorching heat and toxic gas reached them, the air warped, and the seats began to groan under the heat.
"Torrential Impact!"
Lynn reacted the instant the flames broke through, thrusting his wand forward.
A roaring water dragon surged from its tip, colliding head-on with the incoming toxic fire.
Sizzle—!!!
Water and flame clashed, erupting into a deafening burst of steam.
Thick clouds of vapor mixed with poisonous smoke spread instantly, forming a dense fog that obscured all vision.
However, the toxins carried within the flames couldn't be neutralized by water. They spread rapidly through the steam, the pungent fumes causing nearby Wizards to cough violently as their skin began to burn.
While maintaining the stream of water with one hand, Lynn had already drawn a second wand with the other. Without even looking, he flicked it toward himself and Edgar.
Two transparent bubbles instantly formed around their heads, filtering out the poisonous air.
Edgar shuddered at the sudden, very real attack, his snacks spilling from his hands. Only when cool air filled his lungs did he snap back to his senses—his face turning pale.
"This… this is definitely not part of the show!" His voice sounded muffled inside the Bubble-Head Charm, but the terror was unmistakable.
"Crutch! Move!" Lynn barked, not even using his real name. Without stopping the water torrent, he grabbed Edgar's arm.
"Apparition!"
"Side-Along Apparition!"
Pop!
The two vanished instantly into the toxic fog.
Almost at the same moment, the unblocked stream of toxic flame slammed into the stands where they had been. Seats and decorations were instantly reduced to charred remains as the fire spread, triggering panicked screams.
And the attack didn't end there.
Dark thunderclouds gathered overhead with unnatural speed.
Crackle—! Crack!
More than a dozen bolts of lightning, each as thick as a bucket, struck down without warning.
Their targets weren't the stage—but the fleeing Wizards in the audience.
Clearly, whatever controlled the lightning bore deep hatred toward Wizards as a whole.
"Ahhh—!"
"Merlin!"
"Protego! Quickly!"
Screams, shouts, and the shattering of Shield Charms merged into chaos.
Several Wizards who failed to react in time—or whose shields were too weak—were struck directly, collapsing with screams as their bodies twitched and smoked.
"Screech—!!!"
Accompanied by a thunder-laced cry, a massive Thunderbird emerged from the storm clouds.
It was more than twice the size of Earl Lightning, its wingspan immense, its body wrapped in violent, dazzling arcs of electricity.
Its gaze locked onto the stage below.
It roared—and thanks to Lynn's Language Mastery, he understood it clearly:
"Damned thieves! Filthy Wizards! Give me back my child!!!"
Almost immediately, another furious roar echoed from beyond the shattered barrier:
"Roar! (Give me back my child!)"
The truth was obvious.
The Valentine Troupe wasn't a legitimate performance group—it was a large-scale poaching and smuggling operation in disguise.
They had stolen the young.
And now, the parents had come.
Lynn grasped the situation instantly.
Reappearing with Edgar atop an undamaged lookout tower at the edge of the stage, he pushed the shaken boy aside.
"Get inside. Hide."
He opened his trunk.
Edgar scrambled in without hesitation.
The lid snapped shut. Lynn shrank the trunk and slipped it into his robes before turning back to the battlefield.
At this point, the so-called "Prince and Princess" storyline had long been abandoned.
Valentine watched as a Killing Curse was swept aside by a whirlwind from the Thunderbird and redirected into an unfortunate lackey. His expression turned extremely grim.
"Stop hiding! Get out here and grab your gear!" he roared toward beneath the stage.
"Stealing the young brought the adults? Fine! Then we'll make an even bigger haul! Capture them—we'll earn ten times—no, a hundred times more!"
With a loud crash, trapdoors beneath the stage flew open.
Seven or eight Wizards burst out.
Their clothing varied, but their sharp eyes and swift movements made it clear—they weren't performers, but trained combatants. Poacher guards.
Without hesitation, they raised their wands and aimed at the Thunderbird and Dragon.
"Avada Kedavra!"
"Cruciatus!"
"Expelliarmus!"
"Confringo!"
A barrage of разно-colored spells shot skyward.
Boom! Crack!
The Thunderbird stirred the storm, retaliating with even denser lightning while deftly dodging the Killing Curses.
The Dragon, enraged by the explosions, unleashed even more frenzied torrents of toxic flame.
Meanwhile, Earl Lightning and Venom Lord on stage were further agitated by their parents' arrival and the escalating battle.
They thrashed wildly, their collars flashing intense red, on the verge of breaking.
For a time, the battlefield became absolute chaos.
Green light, red light, lightning, venomous fire, and explosive blasts intertwined and detonated relentlessly.
Shrieking spells, roaring beasts, collapsing structures, and the cries of fleeing audience members—
—all merged into a hellish scene.
High above it all, Lynn hovered calmly in the air, observing the chaotic melee below.
"Tsk… now this is far more entertaining than a stage play," he murmured.
Just then—
[Ding!]
A system notification rang out.
[Quest Issued: Knock Them All Down!]
[This chaos was born from greed and poaching: enraged parents, ruthless thieves, and a battlefield spiraling out of control. As an upright Wizard who upholds Justice you must prevent further escalation, minimize innocent casualties, and ensure those responsible pay the price.]
[The most efficient method: 'persuade' all participants in this conflict—human or beast alike.]
[Quest Reward: Thunder Summoning]
[Effect: Condense lightning for precise or area attacks; can also influence local weather to generate thunderstorm zones.]
[Quest Reward: Venom Gland Assimilation]
[Effect: Generate and control venom glands, allowing the secretion of customized toxins with adjustable potency. Grants immunity to your own venom and most common poisons.]
Lynn: "..."