Chapter 108: Admittance

[Firestorm].

Whenever one heard of that word, one would always think of a small whirlwind with a little bit of fire, spinning vertically while chasing its target.

One would never think of a horizontally spinning fire, burning everything on its way to crisp. Surely enough, one could never think it was the work of a Third Circle Mage.

The nine people, who were standing on both sides of Deacon, looked up at Basil in silent amazement and utter bafflement.

I thought he was a Third Circle Mage?

That thought filled everyone's mind. It was only when they saw the Magic Circles floating behind Basil did they understand what was happening.

Basil had a Solid Realm, which meant he had three Grand Circles.

Surely, none of the people knew Basil, in fact, had three Ultimate Circles which were of a higher quality compared to Grand Circles.

"He did it... Alone."