North Port Mage Tower, the core of the Magic Energy Center.
Inside the huge Control Magic Cube, the body of the man wearing a mage robe, Chairman of the North Port Branch of the Mercenary Association, trembled, his face deathly pale.
Surrounding him, six Starry Mages tasked with assistance had bloodshot eyes, expressions of agony, looking like their magic power was overloaded and overspent.
And of those thirty-two Mage Apprentices forming a hexagram on the periphery, more than a quarter had foamed at the mouth and fallen into comas, lying on the ground convulsing...
Azure magic power tides swirled around the cube, spreading outwards from Chairman Laidon at the center.
The magic energy control network that connected all the spellcasters was already on the verge of collapse.
Every distant sound of cannon fire would make the spell shield that connected the entirety of North Port tremble violently, becoming ever more illusionary.
