His heart was filled with anger and confusion, and he let out a shrill, annoyed screech.
Then, he raised his bony hands high, and the four Corpse Witches floating around him did the same.
A pillar of gray-white light shot forth from between Vladimir's raised hands, bombarding the white castle below. It was followed closely by four slimmer beams of gray-white light.
"Taste the power of the Soul Storm!"
Vladimir's sinister laugh had just sounded when it vanished. The five gray-white pillars of light never reached the white castle's structure. While still in mid-air, they were nullified by a strange fluctuation emanating from a Mage Tower.
A High-level Anti-Magic Barrier? Vladimir shrieked in a distorted voice filled with disbelief and anger.
Who the hell is this damn kid? How could a mere Black Iron-tier ant imagine the existence of so many powerful creations in his Soul World?
