This was the second time Richard had experienced the unpleasant sensation of a Forbidden Magic Tsunami. It wasn't just the roaring surge of chaotic waves that disrupted the Magic Power in his body. It was also the subsequent void left as ambient Magic was expelled from the area, a painful emptiness that made a Caster feel like a fish thrown into a desert.
His comrades around him were also staggering about, dizzy and disoriented, all while cursing the Airships in the sky.
The Empire's side had unexpectedly been forced onto the defensive. The enemy, charging like madmen, had already broken two of their infantry lines. Richard longed to join the battle. His rigorous training ensured that even without his Casting Ability, he still possessed ample Martial Virtue.
But the entire Mage Corps was on standby. Not all the other Military Mages were like him, skilled in both magic and physical combat.
