For beings of Murphy and the Ironspine Duke's caliber, communication had long transcended the shackles of sound. Information was transmitted through the mere flow of Spiritual Power.
Their battle changed in the blink of an eye. In what felt like a long second to a mortal, they could unleash countless attacks and defenses, enacting endless variations.
「Holy City Plaza」
The panic had subsided, but most of the people remained where they were, either conversing in low voices or silently praying as they gazed up at the tranquil sky.
Eleanor was methodically directing the Temple Knights and instructors, evacuating the crowd and comforting the frightened apprentices.
The Wizards from the Silver Tower, whose powers had been sealed, also respectfully joined in, diligently carrying out their assigned tasks.
