The silence that followed the obliteration of the Thunder Tyrant Behemoth was profound, broken only by the whistling wind whipping through the newly formed crater. Dust and superheated rock fragments rained down around Alaric as he stood calmly in the center, the pulsating blue Seventh Order magic core held firmly in his hand.
His companions stared, mouths agape, eyes wide with disbelief and sheer, unadulterated awe. The raw power they had just witnessed was beyond anything they could have imagined.
Captain Valerius was the first to find his voice, his usual stern composure completely gone, replaced by wide-eyed excitement. "Young Master! That... that was... incredible!" He stammered, gesturing towards the empty crater. "A Seventh Order beast! Obliterated! Just like that!"
One of the Master Martialists beside him added breathlessly, "I've never seen magic like that! Not even from the Archmages visiting the capital!"
