The Black Wizard stood upon the scorched earth, gazing into the distance.
Before him were dozens of massive craters, all emitting black smoke.
The Magical Beast army he had spent over half a year of painstaking effort to create had been completely annihilated by an unprecedented volcanic eruption.
Even his masterpiece, the Mechanical Tyrannosaurus Beast, had become part of the cinders and magma.
He stood there, stunned, for a long moment before finally processing the scene of utter devastation.
"Two First-level Wizards..." His voice was hoarse, laced with incredulous confusion. "How is that possible?"
It wasn't that he hadn't anticipated a counterattack. He had even expected the two Alchemy Wizards to put up some sort of struggle.
That half-finished Level 4 Golem from before had been a surprise.
But he had never dreamed they could pull something like this—taking his entire army down with them.
