Eliron's threat caused a stir amongst the mages. After witnessing him use an SSS rank spell without even uttering a single chant, most of the lower ranked mages were jittery.
But although they wanted to leave, the presence of their proud, unshaking seniors caused them to stay put.
"Kill all of us? How bold of him to make such a threat." A first class mage shook his head.
"But… that spell he used just now…" the junior mage beside him stuttered.
"It could be anything, certainly not disintegration though. That spell is far above his level."
"To kill all 100 mages, he will have to possess skills on par with the seven titans." He paused and glanced at the man who was observing everything from above.
"Don't be afraid, kid, the grand mage is here, remember?"
And it was not just any grand mage, it was Azarath, the Immortal Scourge. No one was getting past him.
Back on the arena stage, Tiberius suddenly stumbled back and laughed.
