Dozens of Mystic Arts slammed down toward the stage at the same time, streaks of fire, lightning, wind—all kinds of Elements rained down at once.
Aren's eyes widened as the attack struck.
"NO!" he cried out, but it was already too late.
BOOOOOOM!
The entire amphitheater disappeared in a storm of explosions. The shockwaves alone blasted apart the remaining stage equipment as a curtain of smoke enveloped the whole area.
One of them lowered his arm slowly.
"Target neutralized."
Then—
A figure stepped forward…Daniel.
The senior stood at the center of the ruined stage, his spear planted firmly into the ground as cracks spread across the concrete beneath his feet.
Aren blinked in disbelief.
Did he use his Art? But there's no way he could've survived a combined attack of that level?!
But that was when Aren saw it. Daniel was holding something in his other hand.
A small cup.
