Fine, pure white crystal powder swirled in the hot air currents.
Allen floated in the center of the basin, his Spiritual Power spreading out like a fine-meshed sieve, scanning the ashes below inch by inch.
The power of the Crystal Bomb was too absolute. The Second-level Black Wizard's flesh, bones, and even his equipment had been utterly obliterated.
"Even the Space Ring crumbled to dust."
Allen's expression darkened as he looked at the pinch of silver powder he'd picked up between his fingertips.
A strategic weapon worth three million Magic Stones, and all he got out of it was the sound of the bang.
High cost, no return. This was a devastating loss.
At least he was still alive.
He raised his hand. The [Ring of Instantaneous Shadows] glimmered faintly.
After the dizzying sensation of spatial displacement faded, he reappeared in the main workshop of Zone 18.
