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In the tense atmosphere of the battlefield, the shrill scream of God Tone suddenly drew everyone's attention to him. He dramatically plopped down onto the ground, flailing his arms and shouting in a high-pitched voice, "What the hell! How did he get past my defenses!" His outburst was so theatrical that it made the already strained situation seem somewhat ridiculous.
Sunan was struggling to hold up the shield that felt like it was about to crush him. God Tone's sudden breakdown made the weight of the shield feel unbearably heavy in an instant. Sunan felt as if his shoulder might snap under the pressure, his brow furrowed as he shot an annoyed glare at God Tone, who was rolling around on the ground. Gritting his teeth, he exclaimed, "Damn you, God Tone! What are you doing!"
At that moment, everyone else felt the immense pressure as well; the shield was becoming increasingly difficult to support. Sergeant Rad and Polnareff were both straining to reinforce the shield, trying to prevent more debris from falling. God Tone's antics not only failed to help but also forced everyone to divert their attention to his unreasonable antics at a time when they were teetering on the edge of life and death.
God Tone continued to scream, his pain and exaggeration intertwining, making the already chaotic environment even more intense. He seemed completely oblivious to the surrounding situation, performing his suffering to the extreme and adding a layer of absurdity to the whole scenario.
Just as God Tone writhed in agony on the ground, a massive chunk of ceiling finally succumbed to the overwhelming pressure from the clash of two Summoners' magic. The debris slowly descended through the air, each moment stretching out this terrifying wait. Time seemed to slow down; every second that passed was filled with despair and uncertainty.
Yanyan helplessly clutched her head and screamed; her cries echoed in the soon-to-collapse hall, her rising panic nearly driving her mad. Yolo anxiously muttered nearby, her words rapid and fragmented, filled with fear and helplessness. "No, this isn't right! We're going to die... we're going to die..."
God Tone had completely lost his earlier dramatics; he lay on the ground with a pained expression, his body seemingly devoid of strength as if paralyzed. Sergeant Rad's face was etched with determination and ferocity; veins bulged across his body as he struggled to hold up the shield, muscles contorted from exertion. Polnareff's usual ease had vanished; he wore an unprecedented look of terror and desperation as his eyes searched for possible escape routes.
When the ceiling debris finally crashed to the ground with a deafening thud, shards flew everywhere, dust swirling in the air. In that moment, it felt as if the entire hall was groaning in anticipation of an even greater disaster.
Amidst the chaos of the collapsing hall, Sunan felt acutely aware of his own fragility and powerlessness. His hands pressed against the relentless weight of falling stones; pain coursed through his muscles from overexertion, but the anguish in his heart far surpassed any physical torment. His gaze was vacant; the dust and rubble before him seemed to mirror his life.
Reflecting on his career as a Summoner, although he lived more comfortably than many commoners and had access to magic and knowledge far beyond ordinary people, within the world of Summoners, he always felt like a mere supporting character. He watched Wei Dong and God Tone—two rising stars stirring up storms across Rune Continent—and couldn't help but question whether his existence truly mattered.
Every time he saw Wei Dong wielding unparalleled magic or God Tone dramatically influencing those around him, Sunan pondered whether his ordinariness had doomed him to insignificance. In that moment, all his self-reproach, doubts, and insecurities coalesced into a profound sense of helplessness. He couldn't help but ask himself, "In this world full of heroes and legends, where can an ordinary person like me shine?"
As Sunan's internal turmoil translated into a critical lapse in action, this pivotal moment became the spark for tragedy. The strength in his hands gradually faded away; immediately, the balance of the shield was challenged. This subtle change was almost instantly noticed by sharp-eyed Polnareff. Realizing something was wrong with a sudden change in expression, Polnareff hurriedly stepped forward and shouted loudly, "Sunan! Hold on!" But it was already too late; Sunan's arms fell weakly at his sides as one corner of the massive shield lost its support.
The massive stones on the ceiling rumbled like thunder, warning of the impending destruction. Sunan's grip loosened, and one corner of the shield suddenly sank, emitting a sharp sound as the metal twisted. Polnareff and Sergeant Rad looked on in terror, hurriedly adjusting their positions in an attempt to redistribute the weight of the looming boulders, but their efforts were as futile as a drop in the bucket.
What followed seemed to happen in an instant. The ceiling could no longer withstand the pressure, collapsing like a tower stripped of its last support. Countless boulders and debris fell vertically like a waterfall, leaving those beneath the shield with little chance to evade. The massive stones struck the shield with a deafening crash, one after another pressing down relentlessly, causing the shield to creak under the immense strain.
Yanyan's screams pierced through the dust-filled air, while Yolo's continuous groans revealed his helplessness and fear. At that moment, God Tone, usually so humorous, was rolling on the ground in agony, unable to control himself. The shield weakened further under his exhaustion, struggling even more against the crushing weight of the falling debris.
Finally, with a resounding crash, the entire ceiling of the Council Hall collapsed. Large rocks and countless fragments covered the area like mushrooms after rain, filling the air with dust and obscuring all vision. In this chaos of swirling dust and piled stones, the original Council Hall ceased to exist, leaving behind only a ruin of rubble.
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