Isaac's eyebrow twitched at the display of Magic. 'Is this the power of a Grand Arcanist candidate?'
The pile of Golem Remains might not have looked huge—only thirty to forty cubic meters—but it was all solid chunks of iron. The density was off the charts. Although he hadn't weighed it, Isaac conservatively estimated it had to be at least a thousand tons!
Hadn't the training ground already become a dilapidated mess after the pile sat on it for just two days?
When he first moved this stuff into his Dimension, it had taken several hundred Great Sword Ghosts to help him. Now, Cheryl had come along and taken care of it with a simple wave of her hand. The difference was just...
'Thank goodness, Sis is on my side!'
