The aura of death had filled every inch of the battleground. The cry of agony could be heard ceaselessly ever since the battle had started. But no sound of pain could have been more humiliating than the cry of Hecta, whose injury had been inflicted upon him solely by his own carelessness. The man had made an intimidating entrance yet was taunted by Arias. And right now, what people saw was just a fat, clumsy mage who got his own foot stabbed by a sword. Eventually, the man came to his senses and pulled the sword out. The twins turned to look at Arias angrily, choosing to blame him for what happened. If this kid had not taunted them, Hecta would not have embarrassed himself in front of all these people. Everything was because of this kid.