“B-bosal-nim. Please, calm yourself!”
“You mustn’t do this. In a solemn main hall, how could—let’s at least talk first…!”
“Out of the way, baldies.”
Into the middle of the tranquil temple fell a cold flame.
Clang, claang! The alarm bell announcing an intruder woke the mountain.
Birds that had been dozing lazily jerked awake and took frantic flight. The monks who rushed to grab and stop him couldn’t withstand the crushing force and toppled one by one to the floor.
[ Mage class skill, 7th-tier high-order spell (Expanded) — Gravity Manipulation ]
It was one of the wide-area spells the Magician King could use as easily as breathing.
The tyrant’s eyes, rolling with merciless mana, looked down on them, dry and indifferent.
[ Your Constellation, ‘Reader of Fate,’ gives a hollow laugh, saying they’ve lived long enough to see you get angry…