Chapter 129: The strange saviour
Emerald’s eyes widened.
She had thought the last fireball was overwhelming. She had thought she had seen what he was capable of.
But this... this was something else entirely.
The power radiating from that single spell... It didn’t make sense.
She took a small step back, unconsciously. Her blade trembled in her hand—not from fear, but from the strain of all the mana she had already poured into it. Her heart pounded against her ribs, her breathing grew shallow.
And still, the fireball hovered there. Crackling. Humming. Waiting.
A cold sweat slid down the side of her face as she clenched her jaw.
’I don’t see any way out of this...’ she thought bitterly, eyes flicking from the massive fireball to the man who conjured it.
He wasn’t even breaking a sweat. The shadowy man stood with a casual posture, one hand resting behind his back while the other held up the monstrosity of flame.
The shadows around him flickered like laughing ghosts.
The girls behind Emerald—Elsa, Lela, and Grace—were frozen. Not out of fear, but confusion. Hopelessness. The light from the burning room reflected in their eyes, wide and struggling to understand how everything had turned so quickly.