Chapter 40: Inconceivable

The field fell into a moment of silence, everyone stood rooted to the spot, faces frozen in terror as they looked towards the direction from which the roar had come.

Ronan's expression turned grave, he gently held the hilt of the one-handed sword beneath his magic robe, pushed through the crowd in front of him, and quickly walked towards the very front of the group.

Before he could get close, the bushes in front violently shook, followed by two figures tumbling out one after the other in a scramble.

Those two were also clearly wizards fleeing in distress, their robes tattered and bodies covered in dust and dirt.

Seeing the sudden appearance of a large group of people, their expressions froze momentarily, then immense relief washed over their faces. However, the next second, panic took over as they pointed behind them and shouted loudly, "There's... there's a Magic Beast! Run!.."