Bang!!!Another massive explosion rang out, but this time Morizion was not punched away anymore; instead, he was trapped inside a giant sphere of earth and rock piled up from countless golems.
This was not simply using quantity and matter for imprisonment, but literally locking Morizion inside.
Morizion could not move even a millimeter, and his magic was severely disrupted as it appeared Ebadon knew exactly how to partially counter him, rather than just trying to enhance the hardness and durability of the golems only to have them cut down by Morizion.
To understand this, one must refer to one of the most fundamental theories, the framework that supports the entire current magic system.
"Integrity" is the most perfect word to describe this theory, though to make it easier to understand, it can also be interpreted as "magic resistance."
All things in this world, from a visible speck of dust to invisible laws, possess what is called an ontological integrity; otherwise, the world would have long ago fallen into chaos. If it were not so, anyone could change the world without needing to be a Magus.
That is the true reason magic exists; it is not a "special technique" or a "method of releasing power." In its most essential nature, it is the will of someone who has surpassed ordinary limits to change the world, possessing a self-structure and mindset that has reached that level, and such people are called Magus.
Therefore, even when an ordinary person holds the thought of wanting power or wanting to change the world, they remain powerless; everything they imagine and think remains locked tightly within their heads. Their thoughts are too weak to bend the "integrity" of even a single blade of grass or a tiny speck of dust.
The same applied to Morizion's case.
Though he was no mortal, the things currently surrounding him were no ordinary dust or grass. They were golems enhanced by Ebadon; as a natural consequence, their integrity was extremely high—so high that when they crowded together to form a field, it made it more difficult for Morizion to transform reality.
This time, Ebadon no longer focused on adaptability; he put the full force of his Enhancement Magic into the integrity of the golems, making Morizion like a fierce tiger trapped in an iron cage.
Of course, Ebadon could not fundamentally stop Morizion completely. It is impossible to fully neutralize an opponent's ability to use magic unless there is a gap as wide as that between a grand-class Magus and a high-class Magus.
Thus, Ebadon continued to pour power into reinforcing this earthen sphere.
He wanted Morizion to thoroughly concede.
Being able to reach this step was not because Morizion was weak; on the contrary, this old man was extraordinarily powerful.
A single sword strike that snatched the life of all things—even Ebadon, who was always confident in his enhanced body, did not dare to face it head-on. It was simply that the old man's overly singular combat style was countered by a magic system as flexible as Enhancement Magic.
In contrast, if Ebadon had faced a grand-class Magus possessing a different magic system, things might not have been so "gentle."
It is true that grand-class Magus do not need to worry about any other magic system, but this only holds true when comparing them down to high-class Magus. A high-class Magus of any magic system will face absolute suppression when confronting any grand-class Magus.
But when facing an equal grand-class Magus, the relationship of mutual countering reappears in a different form.
Nothing is absolute; there is only relativity depending on the degree.
Suddenly, the earthen sphere covering Morizion disappeared.
The Ancestor of the Sword Clan levitated in the air, and something began to spill out from him.
A territory, a field, a... world.
As one of the observers of the battle, Kain had the feeling that this was not a typical deployment of magic, but due to his limited knowledge, he could not understand what the difference was.
The world around Morizion transformed into a world where life and death hovered around each other. Wherever life went, all things brightened; but once life was gone, all things fell into a dismal silence. It was a recreation that touched the essence of the laws, and here, Morizion was the supreme ruler.
Life and death circled, finally forming a pair of hazy twin swords that looked as if they were made of colored air in Morizion's hands. One side was death, the other was life.
A similar phenomenon appeared on Ebadon's side.
Not as dazzling as Morizion's "world," Ebadon's "world" appeared much more monotonous—merely successive rings of light that seemed to have no end, an eternal loop with the inner contained by the outer. All of them encompassed one another to form the shape of a giant, hazy figure that somewhat resembled Ebadon standing with his arms crossed.
"What... is this?"
Kain no longer knew what words to use to describe the scene before him.
With his current magic level, skillfully creating a giant made of lightning was not too difficult. But such a move, while looking imposing, actually consumed a great deal of energy without achieving proportional results, which was why he never bothered with it.
However, Kain did not think that the two grand-class Magus, Morizion and Ebadon, were wasting their power. Those airy twin swords and that hazy figure were absolutely not created just to drain power like that.
But without waiting for Kain to see the great battle continue, the Principal spoke.
"This is enough. Morizion, do you have any further objections?"
"I have none."
Morizion, though unwilling, still had to withdraw his magic, for he knew he had lost a move to Ebadon.
Ebadon also withdrew his magic, and everything returned to normal.
"Then we shall take our people; you handle your own affairs."
With that, both the Principal and Ebadon disappeared. Morizion paid no heed to those other clans and simply vanished with a cold face.
All restrictions were lifted; the three grand-class Magus had departed. Yet all those who remained, even the high-class Magus, did not dare to breathe heavily.
Today was destined to be a day that would go down in the history of the noble clans in the inner city of Adia.