The vast sky seemed to slow down countless times under immense and heavy pressure.

The surging ocean of light churned and exploded in this airspace, almost covering the entire world.

The earth was also bathed in a strong glow, and the vast grasslands and forests seemed to merge into one.

Under this dazzling light, people could hardly distinguish the undulations of the ground.

After the light faded, the thousands upon thousands of dense and compact formations continued to rotate slowly, seemingly without end.

The island, which had originally fallen from the sky, now seemed to be suspended in mid-air.

The surrounding flying sand and gravel were also frozen in the sky, motionless.

However, even in this silence, the violent winds never ceased.

Its chilling blade mercilessly sliced ​​through the sky and plunged into the earth, covering the flower fields with a layer of frost.

Moreover, this sharp wind swept past all the councilors, demi-humans, and even elves, causing everyone to feel a burning sting on their skin.

At this moment, countless demi-humans, elves, and mages on the ground were watching the sky engulfed by light.

At the source of the magic, the mages who had been sustaining the spells had already exhausted most of their strength.

While magic potions can replenish their magic reserves, they cannot provide them with sustained energy.

They were panting heavily, having expended power far exceeding several times their internal magic, causing many to experience blurred vision.

Nevertheless, the monks continued to gaze intently at the sky.

Their eyes shone brightly, and the lawmakers seemed to see in them some inspiring vision.

However, the situation for several councilors within the mage group was actually more dire.

Heim Horn was no longer able to withstand the fog surrounding him.

His body was completely exposed to everyone's gaze, submerged in the sea of ​​light.

His magical power was nearly depleted, and his facial expressions showed various signs of disorder.

Even lying on the ground, Heim Horn could feel his body growing weaker and weaker, his bones feeling as if they were melting.

And lying beside him was Ryan Kent.

To be honest, this dwarf senator isn't much different from Heim Horn.

He glanced sideways, exchanged a knowing look with Heim Horn, and then turned back to look at the sky filled with dazzling light.

Countless fragments of shattered rocks seem to transform the sky into a floating ancient ruin.

The massive Endymion was pierced through by this impact, breaking into numerous enormous boulders.

The already dilapidated buildings of the Mage City were also frozen in mid-air.

The originally thick clouds were torn into thin veils by the surging magic, passing through the ruins and wrapping around every piece of broken rock.

And directly below in the sky, at the center of that massive array that was gradually shattering and dissipating,

Two women, bent over and looking exhausted, were standing there.

Gwen's armor developed tiny cracks everywhere due to the excessive stimulation of power.

The longsword in his hand trembled continuously due to the influence of the magic.

Even after being inserted into the rock, the sword did not stop trembling.

Beside her, Aurelion was stained with blood.

Her thick long robe had turned a deep red, and blood gushing from her seven orifices and limbs covered almost half of her body.

The two were pale and weak, and even breathing seemed difficult.

Nevertheless, Gwen and Aurelion remained steadfastly focused on the sky, on the shattered Endymion.

"...We succeeded?"

Heim Horn asked softly.

At this moment, he was exhausted, like a dead dog.

But seeing that Endymion no longer fell, but shattered into a jumble of giant rocks,

His eyes lit up and a surge of joy welled up in his heart.

He chuckled, then habitually struck a pose of arrogance:

"Endymion, it seems, is nothing special after all."

Upon hearing this, Ryan Kent also burst into laughter.

"Yes, Endymion is nothing special."

"They were easily taken down by our Mage Council."

Although Endymion was originally their stronghold, and the two of them didn't actually contribute much,

They simply pushed the most primal magic into the sky and poured it into that formation.

And it provided Aurelion with a constant source of magic.

In short, it's that simple.

As a result, their words made it seem as if they had accomplished some earth-shattering feat.

Lorelei, who was already lying on the ground, couldn't help but glance at them sideways when he heard what they were saying.

She was equally exhausted, so much so that she could no longer lift her fishtail, and her breathing became extremely cautious.

What's worse than having your magic drained is being drained repeatedly.

The elves' chanting accelerated the activity of elemental magic in the air.

This allows their magic to recover more quickly, and their magic strength to increase accordingly.

Moreover, they also have the magic potion left by Victor, which will fill them with magic after drinking one bottle.

Therefore, they are able to cycle between the restoration and depletion of their magic.

Therefore, it seems that only the power unleashed by these mages is present here.

In reality, it's more than that.

With everyone working together, they finally stopped Endymion from falling.

Thinking of this, everyone couldn't help but feel fortunate.

Suddenly, Ryan Kent, who was laughing heartily, stopped abruptly and froze in place, still in the position of laughing.

He gazed at Endymion, floating on the surface of the sky, crumbling apart, and suddenly came to his senses, speaking...

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