Spear Mad Man!
The sphere that Bolton had been so proud of began to c***k, and his gut sank.
“Retreat! They must have someone protecting them in the dark, only a Tier-8 mage could damage this sphere, which means whoever did this is either a mage with a battle prowess at the late Tier 7 Mage realm or a certified Tier-8 Mage and either result would result in us getting killed!” Bolton Blaze shouted at the top of his voice as he sprinted for the edge of the entrapment sphere, clutching a medal etched with ancient engravings on it.
“Too late already!” The voice came again right as Bolton’s barrier shattered into countless pieces, in the next heartbeat, a new sphere snapped into place around them closing the space again, this one tinged a sickly green.
Realizing they’d been trapped, Bolton
