The red thunder pouring towards the heretics showed no signs of stopping.

Once towards Hans.

“Kraaah…! What’s the deal with that monster brat!”

Twice towards the scornful Archbishop.

“What is this! That monster…!”

And thrice towards Ruin, reigning on the battlefield.

“That damn bastard…!”

“Sorry. I need to maintain balance.”

The red thunder was separating the heretics and the students who lost their composure on the battlefield. Relentlessly pouring down, the red thunder was causing the heretics to collapse miserably.

The red lightning was defying conventional instantaneous magic and traversing a …