Hundreds of elite Battle Mages unleashed their spells simultaneously.
The grand courtyard of the central academy exploded with blinding, chaotic light. Massive fireballs, jagged arcs of chain lightning, and dense spears of pure arcane energy converged from every direction, aiming directly for the lone Warlord standing on the blue crystal platform.
The air shrieked under the sheer volume of destructive magic.
The Battle Mages expected absolute annihilation. They expected the intruder to be vaporized into a fine mist of ash and scorched leather.
The barrage hit Lucifer.
HISS.
There was no deafening explosion. There was no concussive shockwave throwing the mages backward.
The massive, overwhelming volley of high-tier spells simply vanished the moment they touched Lucifer's dark leather armor. The fire flickered out. The lightning grounded harmlessly. The arcane spears dissolved into faint blue sparks.
