Until his last breath, Noib Rat couldn't believe that Dean Bruce would act with such decisiveness. Did he not care about any other information?
Of course, he would never know the answer to that question.
His life and body were engulfed in flames, and even his severed head was quickly enveloped by the fire.
Watching his body turn to ash, Dean Bruce sensed the soul fluctuations to confirm that Noib Rat was truly dead before dispersing his magic and heading to find Prolo Hawthorne and the others.
Upon returning to the hall, he found that others had already arrived. Many were seated on cushions, their magic surging around them, which surprised Dean Bruce a bit.
In the space of the third level, the speed and purity of magic accumulation were still twice that of the second level, and the cushions enhanced it even further, equating to an eightfold increase compared to the outside world!