Shards of razor-sharp ice exploded outward in every direction, turning the sky into a dead trap.
The Magus's smile vanished as hundreds of frozen needles whirled toward him.
He raised his hand, mana pulsing—
Crack!
A barrier of lightning flared to life, catching most of the shrapnel—but not all.
A shard tore across his cheek. Another scraped past his shoulder, slicing through his cloak.
He landed lightly on a nearby cliff edge, gaze sharpening.
"Hoh…" he muttered, glancing at the blood on his fingers. "Interesting."
His wound start healing, but Bend doesn't give him any moment to breath.
Dozens more ice bolts screamed down from above, trailing frost like silver comets.
BOOM!
Half of them exploded midair, detonating like magical fireworks. The blast scattered frozen shrapnel in every direction, transforming the sky into a rain of death.
CRACKLE.
Lightning pulsed from his body like a living aura.
BOOM!
