'H-how is this possible??' Alexander thought as he stared at the vast arena.
For as long as he could remember, the Magic Tower had always had frequent clashes with the royal family.
The mages of the tower were just too proud and unyielding. This made them difficult to control, and a tool without control was nothing but a potential liability.
But they were strong, undoubtedly so, as such, losing them was a liability as well.
Power was a scary thing.
Never would he have imagined that these proud mages would be put to submission by one man!
Ciera was holding onto his shirt, barely stopping herself from trembling in the presence of the monster Eliron had summoned.
It was not using its aura on them, but just the sight of it was enough to put anyone on edge.
Alexander stared at it, and for a moment, he blanked out.
The word became black, countless gears turning in his mind's eye as he plunged himself into a state of complete focus.
The death march has begun…
