Of course, such a powerful effect came with a heavy cost in mana. Nicholas William had only maintained the spell for a few seconds before his forehead was drenched in sweat, his body trembling from exhaustion.
"You scoundrel! How dare you be so vicious? This was just a minor argument, and yet you tried to take my son's life?"
"Attack!"
Obona Jones roared furiously, and the nearby servants immediately turned fierce, their eyes gleaming with intent. However, the soldiers from the lord's manor were no pushovers either, and they raised their spears in unison.
Seeing that a full-blown fight was about to erupt, Dean Bruce decided it was time to intervene. He calmly stepped forward and said, "Nicholas, stop the spell."
"They're all friends here; there's no need for this to escalate."
The moment he spoke, all eyes turned toward Dean Bruce, curiosity brimming in everyone's gaze.
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