With a screech, a volley of scarlet feathers rained down on us. It was almost like we were being bombed. The Magical Energy contained in each feather triggered a violent reaction many times more powerful than gunpowder.
The sand-covered ground was littered with chunks of rock, as every single one of the pillars had been reduced to rubble. Apart from me, everyone else had been blown away.
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“...Ah...” I never thought that a single strike was enough to stop me from even standing up. In terms of power, it was already comparable to Faker’s Hecatic Wheel. If I took the range of the attack into account, it would be more powerful.
I was still curled up on the ground, and I could only move my eyes.