If Desmond Really wanted to ensure his location remained undiscovered and hidden, he needed to eliminate the towering man who had stepped forward Without no fear.
Threads of mana unfurled from Desmond's core, flowing smoothly as he began crafting his spell.
Carefully, he twisted the magical formula, adjusting the point of origin for each spell, creating multiple magic circles.
His technique was precise: preparing several magic circles beforehand and triggering them all at once. It was an intricate and advanced thod, sothing the mage behind his flimsy shield could only dream of replicating.
Maintaining the integrity of the first magic circle while constructing others required an extraordinary and also a very High level of mana control.
The threads needed to remain firm and steady, their form flawless. This kind of precision was beyond the limits of that mage's core power, which would struggle just to keep a single circle stable for any length of ti.
Twelve magic circles in total.
Each one identical, and Desmond imbued each with his intent.
Twelve was his current limit—no matter how sturdy and refined his mana threads were, maintaining their form for long durations was a challenge, especially when channeling them simultaneously.
As he gave the final magic circle its purpose, all twelve activated at once.
BOOOOOOOM!
The deafening roar of twelve simultaneous shockwaves tore through the night air, their force shaking the ground beneath them. Ten of the escort vans were violently lifted into the air, suspended montarily before crashing back down in a thunderous cacophony.
The devastation was imnse.
Two shockwaves, however, were aid at the man standing at the forefront and the mage hiding behind his shield.
The towering man braced himself, crouching low as he condensed his mana, his entire body tensing against the overwhelming force. He skidded backward, digging his heels into the ground, but managed to hold his ground, enduring the shockwave's impact with sheer physical resilience.
As for the mage, his shield shattered under the force of the blast.
The transparent barrier splintered with a loud crack, dissipating into nothing as the energy overwheld it.
CRASH!
The fallen vans hit the ground with earth-shaking force, the convoy dissolving into chaos. Fortunately, most of the personnel had taken cover near the trucks, sparing them from serious injury.
"Where are you?! Show yourself!" "Co on dont hide!" the towering man roared, flas of mana flaring around him like an inferno. His voice bood through the night, but his defiance was cut short as another shockwave detonated directly in front of him.
BOOM!
He quickly curled into a defensive posture, enveloping himself in a tight cocoon of mana. But as he braced for the impact, sothing strange crept into his body—a sensation foreign and invasive.
What is this? Mana?
It was unmistakably mana, but its texture was unusual, foreign.
The mana seeped into his body, threading through his defenses like water finding cracks in stone. Alard, he tried to repel it, summoning his own energy to force it out, but it stubbornly remained, settling into his core as if it belonged there.
Panic flashed across his face.
Before he could analyze the foreign mana further, another shockwave detonated in front of him.
BOOM!
The mont the force hit, he felt his body betray him. His knees buckled, and a strangled cry escaped his lips as blood sprayed from his mouth.
He flew backward, crashing into one of the overturned trucks with a bone-jarring thud. His consciousness slipped away, unable to withstand the overwhelming force.
Desmond observed the scene from a distance, his gaze calm and analytical. He nodded in satisfaction. The towering man was down.
The spell he had used was a calculated inversion of durability-enhancing magic.
By exploiting the gaps within the man's mana flow, he had wedged his own energy into those spaces, forcing them wide open.
The result amplified the shockwave's impact, spreading it evenly through the man's body and bypassing his defenses.
It was a complex spell, amplified further by a mana wave that enhanced the physical force of the shock.
Desmond's domain provided him with a detailed view of the results.
Every step of the process had unfolded as he intended, giving him valuable insights for refining the spell further.
This has potential.
With so refinent, it could beco incredibly effective on a larger scale.
As he contemplated his next move, Desmond extended a mana thread toward a nearby building. He had prepared a contingency there—a small setup for a diversion.
He activated it.
Pew! Pew! Pew!
From the rooftop, small mana orbs shot out one after another, their rapid bursts drawing attention. The orbs absorbed air as they traveled, expanding slightly before detonating on impact.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The compressed air explosions weren't lethal, but their deafening noise and constant disruption were enough to keep disorienting and scatter the enemy. Soldiers and mages alike turned their attention to the rooftop imdiately , searching for the source of the chaos. But the orbs were invisible to the naked eye, vanishing into the shadows as they moved.
Desmond frowned slightly.
Not perfect, but it'll do. It's enough to keep them distracted.
As he prepared his next spell, a sudden movent caught his attention.
Thwip!
A crossbow bolt zipped past him , embedding itself in the ground nearby. Desmond turned, his eyes narrowing as he spotted a man aiming another crossbow in his direction.
"There right there ! He's over there!" the man shouted, his voice carrying over the chaos. It was Marcelo, the captain of the Crimson Wardens rcenary Guild.
The rcenaries nearby turned to him in confusion, their gazes following his pointing finger. "There's sothing strange over there!" he yelled again, jabbing his finger toward the distortion where Desmond stood.
Finally, the group has noticed the faint warping of space—the subtle distortion around Desmond's concealnt spell.
"There you are," muttered Rigen Hael, the rentil mage. His core flared to life as streams of mana threads poured forth, crackling with energy.
The battle was f a r from over.
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