The Silent Attack

Suddenly, just as Lyra and Ian finished chanting their spell, the little mana in the entire walkway began to riot and the remaining water from the earlier vortex froze midair, beginning to form ice midair.

With Ian's input of mana, the frozen ice rapidly reshaped into pointed ice arrows and fired straight at Borris, aiming to pierce him like a sieve.

Since Ian was already at the Third-Class Apprentice level, the ice shards were numerous and fierce, carrying enough momentum to tear through anything.

From Borris's attack, Varn's defense, and Ian and Lyra's counterattack, everything happened so quickly and in perfect sync that no one expected such a sudden reversal—not even Varn.

"Are you fucking kidding me right now?"

Varn looked bewildered. Despite his best efforts to control the situation, it still escalated to this point.

He was already struggling to deal with one irritating guy—now there were two. And worse, they seemed equally troublesome.