The middle-aged man unleashed a roar and Theron's eyes flickered. The field of lightning suddenly dispersed, but something else was wrong.
It was fine for the field to disperse—the spell had already been disrupted for all intents and purposes, this was the logical next step. The real problem was that it hadn't happened as a natural result of that; the man had forcefully cancelled it.
Theron felt his Laws being overwhelmed not by better comprehension, but stronger Mana. And then there was another surge.
CLANG!
The middle-aged man was rattled, his neck quaking as a shield of hexagons formed over his flesh right where Theron's blow struck. The reverberating impact was so strong that Theron felt his wrists fracture, his arms quaking as his sword nearly flew from his hands.
The man, however, only took a single heavy step back. The gap in their power was too strong, and while Theron's short sword had become a Runebound Treasure, this was a new world he was stepping into right now.
