Commander Halo cheered as he saw the Drake Knight disappear without a trace after being swallowed up by the violent storm.

“We got him.”

He was disappointed that he could not avenge the disgrace of the Blue Wolves with his own hands, but he was nonetheless satisfied that they had taken care of the Drake Knight, who had served as a massive thorn in their side.

However, something was amiss.

Considering his personality, the old mage should have been gloating and excited by now. However, Talisman remained stone-faced, and his hands moved even more frantically than when he first started casting his spell.

Halo’s heart sank at the sight. He instinctively realized that something had gone terribly wrong.

“Sir Talisman?”

He called the old mage, but there was no response. Talisman was focused solely on his spellcasting and did not seem to notice his surroundings.

“Keuk.”

Blood spurted from between Talisman’s teeth. However, rather than wiping away the blood, Talisman moved his now blue lips even more quickly as he desperately uttered his incantations.

“What the hell happened…”

Belatedly recalling that there were other mages around him, Halo turned to ask them instead, only to shut up once again. It was only then that he noticed that the other mages were in the same terrible state as Talisman, eyes shut tightly as they frantically spoke unintelligible words.

“I have a bad feeling about this. Knights, stand by. Just in case.”

Hearing his...