The golden sea of flames slowly dispersed.
The once-flat and sturdy black ground had long since been reduced to complete devastation. Vast sections had melted into crimson magma under the terrifying heat, while scorching waves continuously surged outward.
Even the energy barrier capable of withstanding high-level attacks was still rippling with ring after ring of waves that had yet to fully settle.
And at the centre of the battlefield, which had nearly been burned through completely, Lucien still stood quietly in place.
His pure white mage robe was untouched by even a speck of dust.
The continuously rotating golden solar wheel behind him still radiated a dazzling brilliance that was impossible to look at directly, as though the attack that had been capable of instantly destroying several summons had been nothing more than an ordinary test to him.
On the other side.
