Admittance
[Firestorm].
Whenever one heard of that word, one would always think of a small whirlwind with a little bit of fire, spinning vertically while chasing its target.
One would never think of a horizontally spinning fire, burning everything on its way to crisp. Surely enough, one could never think it was the work of a Third Circle Mage.
The nine people, who were standing on both sides of Deacon, looked up at Basil in silent amazement and utter bafflement.
I thought he was a Third Circle Mage?
That thought filled everyone's mind. It was only when they saw the Magic Circles floating behind Basil did they understand what was happening.
Basil had a Solid Realm, which meant he had three Grand Circles.
Surely, none of the people knew Basil, in fact, had three Ultimate Circles which were of a higher quality compared to Grand Circles.
"He did it... Alone."