The one thousand disciples who had hurried over were left utterly stunned by Wilda's actions.
Never in their wildest imaginations had they anticipated her going to such extraordinary lengths for Remus.
A mix of envy, jealousy, and hatred brewed within their hearts. In their eyes, Remus truly deserved to die.
As Wilda entered the small house, Grandmaster Aurelius and the others exchanged knowing glances, silently affirming their collective decision. Then, in unison, they rose into the air, surrounding the courtyard.
Simultaneously, they launched their assault, raising their hands and unleashing their formidable spiritual energy in its rawest form, crashing it down upon the roof of the small house.
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