A fireball, as large as an adult's head, shot toward a woodpile soaked in kerosene, making Gate, who had just rushed out from the crowd only to face multiple heavily armed guards, feel desperate and cry out in agony.
"No!!!"
At this moment, he was completely overwhelmed and powerless, with no chance to use a Dharma Seal to precisely extinguish the fire; even if he forced it, he would be intercepted on the spot by the guards in anti-magic armor in front of him.
But in the next instant, he witnessed something strange—the fireballs impacted the woodpile but did not produce even the slightest spark. The oil-soaked wood seemed like nonflammable material, with no reaction at all.
"Huh?"
