Chapter 329: The Sledgehammer and the Spark
[Timeline: Weeks After the Academy Invasion]
[Location: The Neutral Zone – The Scorched Ridge]
"Break the line?" Lord Pythios laughed, the sound carrying over the crackling embers of the incinerated forest.
The Master of the Flame Tower looked down from the ridge, his crimson robes shifting as the runes of molten lava woven into the fabric pulsed with a terrifying, ambient heat. He looked at the three teenagers covered in mud, soot, and the dried blood of their Cathedral heist.
"I don't know how or why you survived the Pope " Pythios sneered, raising his petrified dragon bone staff.
"However, do expect such with me. The Emperor wants you dead, Class F. And my fire does not leave witnesses."
The thousands of Imperial Knights standing behind him and raised their heavy tower shields, bracing themselves. They knew what was coming.
Pythios didn't chant. A Peak 6th-Order Arch-Mage didn't need words to command the elements.
