Chapter 216
At the fringes of Goltas Village, the surviving students huddled just four meters away from Viktor's Magus Dominion—a colossal sphere of shimmering energy that pulsed with power.
They sat in a loose circle on the bare, cracked ground, their chests rising and falling with ragged breaths. Only a few among them had the composure to meditate and restore their drained mana reserves.
One of them was Grey.
He sat cross-legged, eyes closed in deep concentration, as tendrils of ambient mana were drawn toward him like moths to a flame.
His presence remained still and calm, a sharp contrast to the chaos unraveling within the dominion.
From inside the glowing dome, resounding bangs echoed in rhythmic fury—each thunderous impact a grim testament to Viktor's relentless assault.
Grotesque zombies and skeletal beasts surged in waves, only to be crushed into the ground with devastating force each time they dared approach him.
