No one could say a word.

Even those who had seen powerful mages in their lifetime had never witnessed magic like this. And even if they had met someone greater than Ghislain, they wouldn’t have seen this spell—it was magic that had never existed in the world until now.

Ghislain moved his staff slightly, and the fireballs began to drift, spreading out. Each one hovered above the heads of the Ironclad Lion Corps members.

“Damn it…”

The mercenaries were visibly shaken. With fireballs blazing above their heads, the threat was all too real. Any movement could cause the orbs to fall, and the thought paralyzed them.

Ghislain grinned and spoke.

“What do you think? Does this even the odds a bit, despite our smaller numbers?”