The Ice Realm had been completely expelled.
The last remaining traces of ice energy were so weak that they were useless for spellcasting.
Monica grit her teeth.
Her enemy was far greater than she expected, but that wasn't an excuse to give up.
She would never allow herself to be crushed like this.
"Referee."
Luke's voice snapped everyone out of their daze.
"This match is over."
The referee, who had been frozen in shock, blinked rapidly, looking at Luke with wide eyes.
For a moment, he didn't react.
The sight of a high-level spell being used in a freshman-level competition was too much for him to process.
"Ah… ah, yes, of course! The match is over! But—wait—"
He hesitated.
"You're a high-level mage. You weren't supposed to participate."
Luke raised an eyebrow.