"What just happened..."
The Wizard who had been watching the battle spoke with uncertainty.
"Was that Magic Equipment?"
Another Wizard by his side shook his head; he hadn't seen clearly since the Crystal Ball was only broadcasting, and many details were definitely not as clear as seeing them with their own eyes.
The Wizards turned their gaze to Jolod, who was stroking his beard smugly and casting a sidelong glance at Aijoen.
"Aijoen, why aren't you speaking?"
The Soul Fire in Aijoen's eyes suddenly flared up, and a strong Magic Fluctuation burst forth from him.
However, everyone present was a Wizard, and such a minor Magic Fluctuation only served to inform the other Wizards of Aijoen's unrest and had no other effect.
"Jolod, what exactly was that thing?" a Wizard asked.
Not being at the scene and merely relying on what was broadcast through the Crystal Ball, the Wizards present, except for those who had modified their eyes, couldn't clearly see what had really happened.