Tricks up the Tyrant's Sleeve

The damaged jar, which had slowly been tearing itself apart over time, finally shattered. At that very same moment, the beam of destruction hit.

The Grand Shaman had completed her spell outside of the magic academy's detection, but she knew she couldn't hide such an enormous surge of mana just because she was out of sight. She had to rely on the surprise, the shock and awe of destructive might.

The experienced instructors reactively threw up all sorts of barrier-type spells and defenses. Transparent semispheres spread throughout the Reach like a plague. The white-hot light hammered down with an explosive roar. Shrill screams cried out. There were no corpses. All casualties were erased from that plane of existence.