The ground.
Some townspeople happened to see the descending fireball, and they were at a loss, just staring blankly.
Among the men originally beating the vassals in a secluded street, one also saw it. He was equally confused, patted his companion's body, and they together watched the falling fireball.
But for some reason, there was a faint sense of unease in his heart.
The fireball was soon only a few hundred meters from the town, and at this moment, the entire town was dyed red, as if it were in the evening.
This alarmed the Lord Baron who was indulging in pleasure in the villa.
Curiously, he looked at the fireball falling straight towards him. Widely experienced as he was, he immediately realized something was amiss!
After letting out a startled cry, he pushed away the two women beside him and ran away in a flurry!
He sensed immense terror from this fireball.
This is Magic! A destructive Magic!
If he didn't run, he would be dead for sure!
