His right hand slightly lifted, the gray light in the palm flickering — it was the power of his Heart of Ashes, the entropy fire capable of incinerating everything.
"Lord Martin!"
A few Seventh Level Wizards beside him spoke out simultaneously, their expressions fearful.
"Think carefully!"
"If you go all out again, we'll really have done all this for nothing!"
"Last time, we at least lost thirty percent of the Entropy Brain!"
"This time, if we're fruitless again, we'll only be able to sell planes to make money!"
Martin's hand froze mid-air, his expression somewhat awkward.
He coughed lightly, retracting his power.
"I was just thinking about it."
The crowd around him collectively breathed a sigh of relief.
Jeming stood at the outskirts of the crowd, watching this scene, unable to resist shaking his head.
Greed.
These wizards, clearly knowing the way to break the impasse was right before them, yet hesitated due to unwillingness to give up the spoils.
