章節 763: Warm-Up

"I hope at least the body survived," Aron muttered, eyes locked on the slowly dissipating mushroom cloud.

As he said that, the gun he still held began to crack, fractures spreading like a web over its surface. A second later, the entire weapon crumbled in his grip, the pieces disintegrating into fine dust that blew away in the wind. Aron glanced at his now-empty hands, his expression briefly turning into a frown before vanishing as quickly as it appeared.

"It seems I overloaded it with more mana than it could handle," he mused quietly to himself.