Chapter 95 - Why Am I Always Fighting Armies?
Prime Minister Yaylol did not hesitate when he saw Rygar free from the chains.
With a cautious gaze, he began to leave the place without even waiting for a single word from the beast warrior.
Even as a North Saint, he wasn't going to stay and help in any battle.
But then—a roar, more like a living thunderclap, shook the very foundations of the hall.
A devastating shockwave, created by Howling Magic, swept through everything around.
Many warriors had prepared for this technique; after all, they knew they would be fighting Rygar. But something was wrong—it was stronger, far stronger than usual.
Rygar had used this magic at a level even he had never reached before.
Even with their ears covered, the sound pierced into their minds and shook their brains. Even the most experienced warriors were thrown into the air like rag dolls, some foaming at the mouth, some passing out before they even hit the ground.
The hall trembled.
Rygar lifted his gaze to the top of the staircase. He was in the lower part of the hall.
He didn't know where this place was. These strange magical chains had seemed to pull him from the Magic Tower, and he felt he was no longer there.