It was entirely unreasonable to confront an entire army head on. Killing ten was easy, and a hundred wasn’t difficult, but once it became a thousand people, he would have to consume a significant amount of magic. Ten thousand people would be able to stall him long enough to have elite forces surround him.

So Theo shot across the ground as he came up with the most efficient way to steal the great shields.

First, I need a trick.

His red robes and brilliant appearance attracted enough attention to ensure the safety of his unit. Now that they had the chance to escape, there was no more need to be so eye-catching. Magic power burst from Theo’s body.

“In the name of Aiolos!”

Uttering the name of an old and forgotten deity had the same effect as summoning magic. Of course, it couldn’t be manifested by name alone, but it was enough to awake the divinity in Theo’s body. The divine nature of the wind god, deeply immersed in Theo’s soul, responded to his call.

―What do you want?

For a moment, Theo’s wind affinity and magic comprehension rose to the extreme. If Theo shared a little bit of the divine vision, he could produce spells beyond the limits of his magic. Theo chose a climate spell from the Book of Clouds. It was a spell that the White Tower Master Heathcliff had used on a long forgotten battlefield to produce a storm.

“Go crazy… Maelstrom!”

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