Sunders halted his movement in the air.
"Something wrong, my friend?" Kanter came back to Sunders.
Instead of replying, Sunders unleashed a Hand of Spell made from his shadow and pulled a magazine to himself. It was the same magazine fought upon by the two apprentices on the ground.
The magazine was left open, which was currently showing a portrait of someone with blond hair and blue eyes.
"Angor?" Sunders muttered and read the article.
The gentleman's expression turned dark. Boundless aura of might emerged from his form and slowly enlarging his shadow, which suddenly began to grow and expand until it covered every apprentice like a spider web.
All apprentices stopping moving, including the owner of the magazine who was still trying to shake free from another man's grasp.
People found it hard to breathe when covered under such evil and violent aura. At the same time, an indescribable pain started to grow inside their chests.