Mare - Fissure

The dark elf standing next to him thrust a staff into the ground. That instant, it seemed like a huge, localized earthquake occurred in the courtyard—the only reason there was any doubt was because Jircniv didn’t feel a thing. Still, with the dragon and the dark elves as the epicenter, the ground shrieked, ripping open a pattern of gaping fissures more intricate than a spider’s web.

Knights, guards, casters—everyone except Fluder in the sky was swallowed up by the earth.

The dark elf, casually standing there, must have skillfully kept her allies out of the area of effect. When she pulled the staff out of the ground, the fissures sealed up just as suddenly as they had opened. In fact, they closed up so quickly that the spiderweb shape appeared again as ridges of dirt.

None of the knights who had been gathered in the courtyard were anywhere to be found. Everything was over all too quickly.

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Volume 7, Chapter 4.4