The moment the golden light sphere shot from Adam's hand it moved at the speed of light.
It targeted the first person standing in the front line of the advancing mob of upperclassmen. That person was Samba the arrogant representative of the Red Team.
Samba who was still standing behind the magical defensive barrier that his faction had erected had absolutely no time to react.
The golden sphere a blur of incandescent energy a point of pure bright light crossed the distance of the courtyard in an instant.
It slammed into the transparent shimmering barrier that was meant to protect them.
There was no grand explosion. There was no prolonged struggle between the attack and the shield.
The moment the golden sphere of light made contact with the defensive barrier the barrier simply shattered.
It didn't crack or break into pieces. It just ceased to exist.
It dissolved into nothingness as if it were made of a fine mist or smoke.
It just vanished.
