Inside Anton Buchanan's private plane, today was exceptionally tumultuous.
On the ground, an unending storm akin to a hurricane erupted, accompanied by energy turbulence from afar, signaling to all creatures in this plane that an aftermath from a biological battle was underway.
Helios, the Fifth Level Wizard, had pushed his energy form to the limit, now fully transformed into a humanoid blazing white sun.
He hovered in mid-air, and with every gesture, he stirred up a monstrous elemental tempest.
Meteor-like explosive fireballs, earth-rending chain lightning, soul-freezing icy rays... powerful area witchcraft spells descended as if costless, turning the lush grassland into a purgatory of intertwined lava, frost, and scorched earth.
His attacks weren't entirely aimed at the Black Giants but were more to create chaos and suppress any potential movement paths of Jeming.
