First, there was a loud bang and slowly rising smoke, followed by a series of chain explosions like a carpet bombing.
The roof where the crossbowman was hiding was blown away by the fierce wind from the explosion, and the walls were completely demolished by fireballs, as if the entire second floor of the house had been sliced off with a knife, completely flattened by Fia.
Astonishingly, the explosion didn’t send any debris flying outward; all the fragments were intercepted by subsequent fireballs before they could escape.
A surgical precision strike.
If a knowledgeable magic chanter had witnessed this...
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