Filgrim floated gently toward the sky. It was the flight magic that any skilled mage could use.

"..."

However, Skaya, who had been cautious of him since the beginning of the battle, clicked her tongue when she saw his appearance.

Magic was the manifestation of will. The easiest way for a person to express their will was to express it in language. In other words, the difficulty of casting magic without chanting was several times higher.

‘I can also use flight magic without chanting, but…’

It was difficult for her to reach that height and speed.

Filgrim quickly rose to the sky, attracting the attention of the Players.

"It’s cold and I’m pretty old, so I’d like to leave early. Please excuse me."

Words that seemed like incantations flowed out of his mouth. At the same time, dozens of magic circles appeared above his head.

"..."

Even the main gate, covered in the Rahmadat’s and the Overminds’ blood, fell into silence. When everyone's gaze instinctively turned toward the sky, purple lines fell down from the magic circles.

"Fall."

"Apocalyptic Rain."

They weren’t particularly fast, so they didn’t look all that strong either.

"... Block it."

But Skaya's face became more desperate than ever. Each of those seemingly inoffensive beams of light falling to the ground was as powerful as a Destruction Ray.

"What are you doing!? Deploy the protective barrier!"

A sharp voice resembling a scream came out of Skaya's mouth. The mages on the Players’ side quickly unfolded layers of defensive barriers, enveloping the ice castle in a dome shape. On top of that, the priests and healers, including Christin, cast holy barriers.

‘Huh, this should be enough…’

‘... to block even a collapsing...