Chapter 327: The Rescue, and... Useless?
Gunshots rang out, and the crowd immediately fell into chaos.
Ansu watched the five masked mages who had suddenly appeared and quickly assessed their strength: one mid-tier and four low-tier. Their overall level wasn't high, but their mastery of magic was proficient.
The mid-tier mage leading them gripped his staff, and a condensed wind blade shot through the air, cleanly severing the neck of an executioner.
The attacks of the other four mages were filled with intense resentment and a desire for torment. Flames erupted violently, and none of the executioners present were spared amidst their agonized screams.
In the middle of the melee, Ansu noticed a strange detail.
The townspeople who had just been cheering for the fire executions were now scattering in all directions, yet they remained in a state of extreme excitement.
They were howling and shouting, their behavior crazed and unnaturally erratic...
Ansu couldn't help but frown. The entire town of Nitre seemed to be shrouded in an inescapable aura of madness.
Vera also noticed the anomaly and whispered, "Could this be... some kind of mass mental illness?"