Rosalyn formed a fist.

Crack!

One of the magic stones broke as if responding to her action.
Then a voice that was mixed with laughter started to come out of her mouth.

�The Tower Master, that�s going to be my position.�

That was the signal.

Crack. Crack. Crack!

The magic stones started to break and get absorbed by Rosalyn�s mana.

Ooooooong-

The circle made with the combined mana of the black mages and mages.
A light that resembled the sun shot up from the center of that grey circle.

Rosalyn pointed that red light toward Becrock.

�Go.�

A red arrow was shot toward the enemy.

Becrock looked at the falling rocks and the red arrow with a precipitous expression.

��Shit! Tower Master-nim!�

Some of the mages making the grey circle shouted toward Becrock as they watched the red arrow.

�Damn it!�

The mages� pupils were shaking.
It could not be helped.

The arrow created by red mana that had gobbled up a large number of highest-grade magic stones was extremely strong.
The mages started to become frantic and not know what to do. This was the same for the black mages as well.
It was at that moment.

�Snap out of it!�

Becrock�s shout cut through the noise of the mana and reached his subordinates� ears.

�Southern Tower Master!�
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