After Benjamin hummed the melody, but there were no physical changes as far as the naked eye could tell.
However, everybody in the immediate vicinity immediately felt a change in the atmosphere. For some reason they felt like Benjamin’s lone figure seemed to have gone through some kind of change.
But still… they couldn’t tell exactly what this difference was.
As this happened, Benjamin slowly ascended into the air; he obviously wasn’t in any hurry to deal blows. Instead, he stared blankly at the two hundred mages and smiled.
"Do your worst."
His demeanour was beyond arrogant, and yet, Fafnir was not enraged by it. Looking at Benjamin mockingly hovering above them, he did not feel anger, instead, he felt intense fear.
He felt like a rat who had just run into a cat.
How, how could this be?
Fafnir was unsure of what was going on. However, he had already stepped onto the battlefield, there was no way for him to back out now.
That’s right… why should he be afraid anyway?