The radiant barrier completely blocked Imora’s strike.
Imora stood still, seemingly at a loss as to how to bypass the shield. She had no choice but to wait for it to dissipate.
When the barrier finally disappeared, it revealed Yesar within.
At that moment, the
holy hammer
in Yesar’s hands began to transform. The hammer’s head unfolded to the sides, and brilliant white light emanated from its center.
Yesar gripped the weapon with both hands, aiming its tip directly at Imora. A sphere of white holy light rapidly formed and launched toward her.
Imora quickly dodged as the light ball exploded behind her with a thunderous
boom
, spreading flames across the ground like a miniature sun. The once-dark terrain of the
Fire Field
now glowed as if a new sun had risen.
…
“Headmaster, is this person also capable of integrating the
Fire Field’s
rules into his magic, like Sister Nora?” Nina asked Daniel, watching the spectacle unfold. Worry tinged her voice as she considered whether Nora might face a similarly powerful opponent in the future.
Daniel shook his head calmly and replied, “He’s not like Nora. This Yesar hasn’t integrated the rules into his magic system. His magic already happens to align with the
Fire Field’s
rules, allowing him to leverage them.”
Unlike Nora, who had seamlessly merged the field’s rules into her own magic, Yesar was merely
utilizing
the rules. His natural magic system happened to overlap with the
Fire Field’s
properties, enabling him to enhance his attacks.
Observing Yesar’s transformed hammer, Daniel’s suspicions deepened.
Something about Yesar’s weapon felt off.
Earlier in the battle, his attacks had left plenty of openings for Imora to exploit. Now, the mystery was resolved—the weapon wasn’t a simple hammer but a transforming one, capable of shifting into a heavy artillery cannon.
The previous cannon blast, though augmented by the
Fire Field’s
rules, would have been devastating even without them. With the rules’ amplification, it had become an attack akin to a blazing sun.
Imora, relying on her agility, narrowly avoided the blast. Her instincts had saved her, keeping her far from the point of impact. Any closer, and she would have been consumed by the explosion.
…
But Yesar wasn’t done.
As Imora steadied herself, a barrage of holy light spheres shot from the cannon, filling the sky and raining down toward her location.
The audience gasped in shock at the overwhelming display.
“Just one of those light spheres caused so much devastation, like a miniature sun… And now there are
dozens
of them?”
“The entire
Fire Field
is going to be obliterated at this rate!”
“How is the Dragonscale Bank participant supposed to survive this?”
“She’s done for. There’s no way she can withstand this. If she hadn’t invaded and just focused on the
Earth Field’s
treasure, she wouldn’t be in such a predicament now.”
Most spectators assumed Imora had no chance of survival. Yesar’s attack left no room for escape. Unless she could instantly teleport to the
Fire Field’s
node, she would be forced to endure the full brunt of the assault—a barrage powerful enough to obliterate her several times over.
…
Daniel observed the attack with a thoughtful expression.
The nature of this power—its rules and intensity—seemed foreign to this world.
Was Yesar, and by extension the
Dawnlight Empire
, a remnant of the god-and-devil forces?
…
Within the
Fire Field
, the colossal explosions destabilized the entire realm.
The projection displayed nothing but blinding white light, obscuring the battlefield entirely. Spectators could only speculate about what was happening.
If such an attack had landed in the
main world
, it would have caused unimaginable devastation. The thought alone sent chills through the audience.
This was the power of a superpower’s chosen representative.
…
As the light and explosions subsided, the
Fire Field
came back into view. The ground was riddled with craters, and the once-solid rocks had been reduced to rubble. The scene reflected the sheer destructive power of Yesar’s assault.
Yet, despite this devastation, Yesar didn’t relax.
Hovering midair, he scanned the ground below, his brow furrowed.
Yesar was certain his attack hadn’t harmed Imora. Her presence could still be felt within the
Fire Field
.
But where was she?
He searched in vain, unable to spot her figure among the wreckage.
…
Just then, a ripple of mana disturbed the air above him.
Yesar’s gaze snapped upward, and he noticed subtle ripples spreading across the sky, like water disturbed by a single droplet.
Drip.
The serene sky seemed to ripple like the surface of a tranquil lake.
Then, Imora appeared.
“Your attack was impressive,” she said with a smirk. “But it’s useless if it doesn’t hit.”
“How is this possible?! What kind of power is this?” Yesar demanded.
“
Phantom Bloom.
“
The spell mirrored the way a moon reflects on a water’s surface—close enough to touch, yet forever out of reach.
Imora had used the sky as her “water surface,” hiding herself within its reflective illusion. The explosions on the ground couldn’t reach her sanctuary above.
As Imora stood before Yesar, unharmed, the audience erupted into cheers and astonishment.
“How did she do that?!”
“That attack should have been inescapable! How did the Dragonscale Bank participant survive?”
“Even ten of me couldn’t have survived that! What kind of power does this Imora have? I can’t wrap my head around it!”
“Hah! If you could understand it, you wouldn’t be sitting here with us watching. That’s what makes her a genius—a level beyond ordinary comprehension.”
…
Even Daniel was intrigued by what he saw.
“Interesting,” he muttered.
He hadn’t anticipated that water-element rules could be used to create an effect resembling an illusion. Imora’s talent was undeniable.
However…
Her mastery of the rules, like Yesar’s light-element abilities, seemed foreign to this world—another remnant of the god-and-devil powers.
So, Dragonscale Bank was also connected to these ancient forces?
Daniel couldn’t help but feel that attending this
Battle for Dominance
was the right decision. In one fell swoop, he had identified two factions tied to the remnants of gods and devils.
…
As for the outcome of the battle?
It was now evident which way the scales would tip.