For Sutton VII, it all happened too fast.
The unfurling layers of the Magic Arrays, for some reason, reminded him of the blooming flowers in the gardens of the Royal Palace.
Exquisite and elegant.
The difference was, ornamental flowers didn't kill.
Lightning and fire cascaded from the sky like a waterfall. A blinding light swept from the distance, engulfing the charging Cavalry Corps before they even had a chance to scream.
The elites the Sutton Royal Family relied on most were reduced to ash, rank by rank.
After a momentary daze, a surge of adrenaline spurred Sutton VII into trying to save himself.
First, he tried to activate a teleportation spell, but there was no response.
The fired grenades, it seemed, had even been loaded with anti-teleportation Magic.
At that moment, Sutton VII finally realized: this had all been orchestrated by the Northern Domain from the very beginning.
