"Your Majesty, the Queen." Benjamin brought along over twenty mages to Icor’s campsite. He bowed before the Queen. "Please forgive our abruptness. We have been bothering you for far too long and wish to bid you goodbye. May fortune be always on your side."

The Queen stared at Benjamin as she slowly recovered from the shock.

Benjamin and the lot did not appear right until the Pope as well as Icor’s team of mages had reached the top of the gate.

Their sudden appearance shocked everyone around.

The narrow aisle was so flooded with soldiers from both parties that one could no longer look around. Then, out of nowhere, huge water current came charging forth and flushed the soldiers away.

Benjamin and his little group of mages rode the water current that smashed open aisle’s side door. Each of them holding onto a plant of wood, breezing through the soldiers.

It was a true spectacle. Every Mage was chanting the Water Ball spell, summoning over and over again, to form a water current.