The Catastrophe Mage's eyes flew wide. He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but no sound escaped—only bloody foam that endlessly spewed from his lips.
He stiffly lowered his head to look at the piercing wound in his abdomen, which was being seared by Holy Light. Then he struggled to turn his head toward the direction the attack had come from…
However, before he could get a clear look at his attacker, his vision went black. He fell backward, stiff as a board, and collapsed onto the high platform.
His Magic Staff slipped from his grasp and rolled to one side.
A Tier Five Mage, an outlaw from the Imperial Blacklist, the Catastrophe Mage Horn Solar, was dead. Just like that.
It all happened too quickly, too stealthily.
At that moment, the attention of the vast majority was fixed on the Flame Demon about to crawl out of the summoning Array. The din of the ranged battle between the opposing forces drowned out the negligible sound of something whistling through the air.
