The magicians, led by Blundell, quickly flew over the walls of Bergen, leaving the deafened people staring stupidly at their backs. They didn’t know what was going on, but they knew it wasn’t something they could interfere with.

Kurururung!

The earth was still shaking violently. Hills were collapsing as landslides sent flames and dirt flying. The magicians simply flew higher, gradually devouring the distance between them and their target.

Ugh, how many times have they shot out those big attacks...?

With Randolph and the two guardians by his side, Theo looked at the Nadun Mountains that started to come into view.

Black smoke and flames were rising. The giant mountains that had been a landmark for hundreds of years had been torn apart like fragile reeds, while monsters were fleeing for their lives. It was like a natural disaster, like the eruption of a large volcano, had occurred.

Great magic didn’t just exceed a normal spell’s destructiveness by a factor or two. It had at least ten times the power, a destructive force that could reshape an entire mountain range. It was a level of firepower that no one else except for Veronica, Meltor’s ultimate fire magician, could exert. Theo might unleash something like this once, but he didn’t have the capacity to repeatedly cast such spells.

“This woman, she’s not...