The Great Magic Tower had exploded, and flames burst out from every window and doorway. Some young apprentices, who originally intended to hide in the tower to observe the Great Mages' battle and learn something, were now crying and wailing as they rushed out of the tower, rolling in the snow to try to extinguish the flames on their bodies. Billowing thick smoke shot straight up from the tower into the sky, a spectacle visible throughout the city.
"Kuziman! There is no need for you to drag those funeral offerings with you—that will only make your failure more painful." Lynch's voice, amplified by a spell, was deafening. The snow piled up on the surrounding secondary towers quivered and fell due to the vibration.
