Beneath the pitch-black night.
Elva and his two students stood atop towering stone pillars.
And below their feet, a massive stone dome fused into one.
These walls created by Spells encased the execution ground tightly, resembling a securely sealed massive stone coffin, trapping everything hopelessly within.
Inside, Ronald himself was currently dealing with the continuously thrusting stone spikes and waiting for the inevitable moment of retaliation.
On the other side, Elva's expression was not looking too good.
His eyes, heavy, gazed down at the vast stone coffin he had created, which now seemed somewhat powerless against Ronald.
Using the vibrations passed through the stones, he could vaguely determine the opponent's position and...
his own constantly shattered spikes.
Elva could not rashly conclude what Ronald's current condition might be.