Meanwhile, at the head of the convoy, an entirely different scene was unfolding. The number of hobgoblins at the front was incomparable to those at the rear. It was difficult to measure the number of hobgoblins bounding out of the shadows, armed with weapons and armor.

Kuwaaaack!

Kieeek! Kiyaaak!

Ten minutes later...

Crunch!

Vince crushed a lump of charcoal beneath his boots with a cold expression. There were only a few traces of the hobgoblins left, mostly in the form of melted armor and weapons. A single man stood imposingly in front of a field of ash. A hundred hobgoblins had attacked them, and had been reduced to ash.

T-This is a 5th Circle master...!

Gordon’s eyes were wide with astonishment as he stared at Vince. He’d thought he understood the significance of a magician, but Vince’s display had gone beyond...