The Vastness of Magical Destiny

"Grace, the target is under the eaves thirty meters to the northwest, take them down! Lome, boost Grace’s strength!" Komer didn’t hesitate for a second, silently chanting a spell, and a small cloud of darkness instantly formed in the northwest corner. The rumbling Yin Thunder Sound, as if the Thunder God himself had descended from the heavens, struck a bright arc rapidly tearing through the cloud and hitting the shadows under the eaves in the northwest.

"Damn it! This guy is deliberately trying to draw in the Bohemian Magic Knights!" roared an angry, tall man hiding under the eaves in the northwest corner, "What’s going on? Weren’t there supposed to be just one Priest among them? How come so many Magicians have appeared? Our opponent here is at least on the verge of breaking into the realm of the Archmage."

Another companion, shrouded in a black robe, also wore an expression of surprise. What was thought to be an easy victory had not turned out as expected, the illusion spell had only provided an initial advantage, but their opponent quickly nullified the "Void Illusion." The cold-faced female Mage seemed quite familiar with Light Magic, effortlessly invalidating the spell that had cost him a lot of Mana, leaving the man in the black robe baffled.

It’s true that Light Magic is widely practiced across the Continent, but the spell "Void Illusion" was not known to ordinary Mages, and even those who knew its mysteries might not have a way to counter it. Yet this woman easily broke the spell, effectively putting the Assassins and their enemies on an even playing field under broad daylight, which was fundamentally unfair to the Assassins.

After this battle, they would not know how to negotiate with their organization.

However, the man with his head wrapped in white cloth was impatiently reproaching, "What time do you think it is now, still spouting this nonsense here? Strike hard and fast, no more hesitations, the Bohemians will be here soon if we delay any longer!"

With angry waves of his hands in the air, the tall man’s lips continuously changed shape, his face even twisting somewhat as a series of magical fluctuations disturbed the air around him, causing the atmosphere where his gaze landed to turn cold and oppressive, "King of the Icy Winds, grant your believer power, flash freeze, Ice Blast, arise!"

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The entire Battlefield was suddenly engulfed in intense cold. The white mists in the air immediately transitioned into sharp ice prisms and crystals. Grace, having just managed to reach the highest point, almost fell down like a statuesque flight sculpture, frozen in perfect form. Komer was certain if she fell at that angle, Grace’s exquisite body would shatter into countless icy fragments.