Lightning bolts raked through the ranks of Utopia's spellcasters, the former's destructive force shattering the latter's hastily conjured shields and erasing the casters so thoroughly that not even their bones remained.0

Only a scant few survived by turning incorporeal, but the black dragon hurtling toward them had no intention of sparing their lives. He smashed them mid-flight, grinding their half-formed shapes into pulp across the scorched earth.0

"Lord Wang Yu's power is absurdly effective," muttered Miselyx, chief of the white dragons, a frigid gale spilling from his jaws and flash-freezing several mounted knights into brittle ice. "For these feeble magicians who rely on spells alone to shield themselves, it's nothing short of fatal. But… it seems the Utopia has no intention of letting them remain dead once their bodies collapse."0

Miselyx's magical senses extended outward, probing the space around them to confirm the...0