The many rank 2 light Magi roared and colourful spells surrounded Alistair.
The black totem of a large wolf that Alistair had let out quickly turned to dust under the combined attacks of the rank 2 Magi.
Surprisingly, Alistair opened his arms and sneered at the rank 2 Magi that surrounded him.
“I have done no wrong! I need to advance to rank 3, and after that, darkness will eventually descend on this land!”
He chanted words that sounded like a prophecy, and his body began to crack under the continuous onslaught of spells.
*Pak!* *Pak!* Black fragments flew in all directions.
“This is… A dark Magus’ corporeal body puppet!”
Noticing that something was not right, Torp immediately yelled, “Beware! This is not Alistair’s real body, but a temporary flesh puppet!”
A ring of lava surrounded the puppet’s body.
*Pak pak!*
The black fragments from the flesh puppet melted into liquid in midair, forming large black nets that were similar to spiderwebs, which covered all the nearby rank 2 Magi .
*Boom!*
The roof of the exchange hall shattered, and a Magus that looked exactly the same as the flesh puppet from before emerged from the rubble and dust; he howled at the Magus who was selling the extract of the Wisdom Tree.
“Awoo!”
Faced with the wolf howl, that Magus’ eyes seemed to glaze over, and he seemed to have been temporarily stupified.
“The Howl of the Lone Wolf!”
“Alistair’s unique mental attack!”
The rank 2 Magi who were trapped let out expressions of immense hatred.