The Sia Tower, for so long, had become accustomed to using the full moon beside the White Tower as a light source, and had long forgotten what a true night looked like.
This atmosphere of a moonlit, star-sparse night perfect for killing, they truly hadn't experienced in a long time.
Even the Ninth Ring Archmage Delphus, burdened with thoughts and draped in several layers of protection, was momentarily flustered... They had not expected that Gilbert, who had been silently enduring their attacks, would strike back at this moment.
Moreover, this attack was clearly not meant to keep them, but merely to vent his anger.
Although the main control mechanism controlling these Puppet Bird Flocks had evidently absorbed some of the energy from the golden flames, the resulting fire did not possess that terrible spread and incurability.
