Crashing outside the stage, a sharp, miserable scream escaped from Taylor's mouth as he was covered in smoke.
Half of his uniform was burnt, and a deep burn mark appeared on his chest while blood kept pouring from the corner of his lips.
His state was miserable and pathetic, but those in the audience didn't have the luxury to laugh as they stared at the young girl in the center of the stage.
Against Mira, they had only caught a glimpse of the horror of the Sea of Flame, but now, they saw it in all its glory.
The illusion of flames was so real and scorching that it sent shivers down the spines of the students in the arena. Against the horrifying Sea of Flame, Taylor was like a boat going against a strong sea tide.
Unfortunately, he was swallowed by the terrifying tide.
"What a terrifying attack," a second-year student muttered in a daze.
"Indeed…"
"But why would such a powerful student surrender without fighting that boy?"
Re: God of Formation