Bab 193: The Power Coming from the Gates of Cupo Magia

The scorching sun had risen from the sky, and it only added to the exhaustion the people had experienced out of fear. A lot of civilians had been taken toward the prepared campsite, and Selvig was flying up to oversee the flow of the people. Moreover, he wanted to be up in the air to avoid everyone from seeing it… his very terrified face.

From that distance, everyone could still feel the oppression of the black tower's presence. Each one was like huge gods in black, sweeping their hands down on the ground to break everything that they could touch. Every soldier or heretic that fought for the duchy was being decimated by the towers. He had seen the tornado as well, but it was nothing compared to these black towers.