"Ah! It's coming in..."
An old witch, her expression twisted in fear, screamed hysterically, looking up at the barbarian giant's head breaching through the gap in the defense barrier above, with all her terror written on her face.
It's no wonder!
After all, she is just a Level 1 Mechanical Wizard in the Wizard World, never having experienced the brutal baptism of the Demon-Hunting Expedition World war; how could her awareness of war compare to that of a Demon-Hunting Sorcerer?
"Silence!"
The Chancellor of the Eight Flame Feather Fan, holding the Academy's legacy sorcery instrument, stood proudly in the air, and with a roar to the bewildered Arcane Wizards around her, she restored some order to the scene. The many Arcane Wizards seemed to find their backbone and all turned their eyes towards her.
The chancellor swallowed a mouthful of saliva silently, calming her breath, and looked up at the sky.
