75 I'll Deal With My Own Battles

Sigma stood outside the back courtyard of the training ground building. Cold sweat trickled down his back as he stared at the huge purple half-sphere that has now expanded outside the training room. 

As someone who examined the destroyed defensive array of the Tower of Conclave, Sigma was well aware of the horror of that purple half-sphere. He was sure that even with his improved magic attack, he would not defend against it.

If he had not run out, he might have already been 'swallowed' by that sphere.

'That rascal!' Sigma clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. 'Suddenly using this sphere. Did he plan on getting rid of me?'