"..."
"..."
The perfect silk-like pitch-black darkness spilled into around twenty black-haired people – all of whom were speechless.
"Ha-kchuu...!"
"Bless you."
...and shivering from the horrible coldness that sipped into their bodies together with the last thing that Rasseriat saw before dying.
The scruffy pale-blue-haired man, reaching out his hand towards the round woman while her mana was frozen, and then the connection was lost.
Raseriat ended up transferring all of the frozen mana back to the other Ghosts, but didn't manage to do the same thing with her mind and ended up perishing.
All of that had posed some really worrisome questions, to say the least...
What spell did the mysterious ice magician use, how strong he actually was, why would Raseriat pick a fight with a strong opponent while she was supposed to merely observe the interesting boy and make contact with the aspiring darkness magician in the Academy?
Was she the one getting attacked?
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