The lofty Great Mage crashed to the ground.
He writhed in agony, unable to concentrate, let alone control his Magic Power to cast spells.
Gregory couldn't suppress a smile. He lifted a heavy deerskin boot and kicked Sajia. It wasn't satisfying enough, so he kicked him a few more times, aiming for his face.
"Is this a Great Mage? An Aurora Elder of the Aurora Elder Council? Just a stray dog on the side of the road!" His smile was completely unrestrained. The more he kicked, the more he got into it, only stopping after a short while.
Now, the great fires the Great Mage had intentionally lit were completely out of control. They were no longer a tool for the Purification of Cultists, but a pack of unbridled wolves, their flames teasing and then devouring everything.
