The Alchemist tapped the end of the staff on the air, and the battle began. Knowing he could not clash head-on with the crystal spears he aimed to divert and redirect them, if he could get a single Spell to reach Silas he would win.

He used the Infernal Twister Spell he previously deployed to strip Silas of his protections, so that any random Spell that could touch Silas would be the end of the battle. This was a strategy often used in battles between Mages.

There was a major difference between the power of a Rank 3 Mage and a Rank 4 Mage, that was far wider than between a Rank 2 Mage and a Rank 3 Mage. So he needed only a single opportunity.

The Alchemist was now aware that these crustal spears could destabilize any Aether structure they touched, he became cognizant of that fact after they tore his Infernal Twister Spell to pieces, so he shielded his Scripts with every bit of material he could spare that could block the touch of the crystals even for a single second.

He knew that his plan had a high degree of failure, but he had no choice but to go along with it. He made a thousand calculations in a fraction of a second and his eyes followed the track of the crystal spears heading his way, and he unleashed his might.

The impact of their clash shook the heavens and the earth, and Silas began to laugh in exultation, the explosion had torn apart a section of space, although he could not see the result of the clash, but he knew he was undoubtedly the winner.

The space ahead was twisted by chaos, whatever Magic that clashed against the Crystal Spears were potent as the black clouds covered by streaks of purple lightning bolts shot up for miles, and this fantastical scene could be seen with the naked eyes for hundreds of miles.

For a Rank 4 Mage to battle against the Artifact of an Archmage was beyond stupid, no matter how versatile or powerful he was. He did not need the Mage to survive, he only needed Andar, so Silas did not hold back.

His mind was beginning to contemplate going after the Glass Hounds to ensure the task went smoothly when a purple glint shone in the center of the commotion and a lightning bolt shot towards Silas.

He sneered and sent a crystal spear to scatter the lightning, it would seem the Alchemist still had a bit of fight left in him. About to call up more spears to end it all, he failed to notice that the lightning he scattered with the spear did not disappear.

Unexpectedly the scattered lightning converged and transformed into the Alchemist, he had a gaping hole in his chest and most of his robes had torn off, but he was within a hundred feet of Silas, for Mages of their level, they could as well be holding hands.

Silas's eye widened in panic, as a scream of horror began to rise from his chest, but he was too late.

The staff of the Alchemist lined up with his head and a purple glow began to emanate from it. Despair could be seen inside the eye of Silas as the Alchemists snapped his fingers and he unleashed an Entry Tier 5 Spell Dragon Immolation.

The lightning bolt that emerged from the staff broke it into pieces, it was a sacrifice necessary to cast a spell higher than his rank, his injury also worsened as he vomited blood and almost fell down from the sky.

The Spell took the shape of a lifelike Dragon that gave out a terrible roar, it was possible to see all its long fangs and the bloody saliva inside the mouth of the Dragon.

With a long sonorous roar the Dragon began to expand as it soared towards Silas until its serpentine body was at least fifty feet long.

Silas closed his single eye expecting his death, the fucking Alchemist had to use a Tier 5 spell against him, how was he expected to respond to that especially when it was too late to make any adjustment to the crystal he was holding.

A deafening sound shook him from his daze, and he opened his eyes to see himself inside the jaws of the dragon, but he was still alive.

Massive booming sound escaped from the mouth of the dragon as lightning hot enough to melt steel and stone surrounded Silas but he was unharmed.

The mental acuity of a Mage was considerable, so it did not take long for him to understand that he was being protected by the Divine Artifact.

Silas did not know it could do that after all these years of using it. In fact it was not supposed to do that. This crystal was only for offense, which his master had repeatedly told him was the best defense.

Never looking a gift horse in the mouth, Silas could not help but grin, as he thought that inside the house of the Divine, even the cats and dogs were mightier than dragons.

The crystal had expanded and covered his body and no matter how much lightning the dragon spewed on him, it did not work, he saw the fangs of the dragon beginning to crack as blood began raining down onto the ground, and Silas could not help but feel a sting of envy as he perused this Tier 5 spell that was almost lifelike.

With a last frustrated roar the dragon exploded, and for a few seconds the only thing Silas could see was an endless wave of purple lightning, he was safe from the heat or reverberations, and he folded his arms as he admired the view.

When the explosion ended, a scene of devastation could be seen for miles. A Tier 5 Spell was beginning to touch the Realm of Laws, and its effect on the environment could not be underestimated.

Silas looked ahead to see the look on the face of the Alchemist expecting his shock, and became a bit annoyed when he did not see any form of panic or despair, just acceptance. His cold gray eyes were still looking at the crystal shield around Silas body as if he was judging for any weakness.

"What do you understand about the Divine " Silas felt a stinging pain in his spine, but he ignored it, he wanted to gloat, "What do you"

This time the pain became too strong for him to ignore and he swept his perception all over his body. He paused and then cried out in shock.