"Long time no see, Magic God." Due to the damage to his lungs, every word Lynch spoke was accompanied by a wheezing sound. However, the numbness in his body completely distracted him from noticing this, and his ears, long drained of blood, could not hear his own voice. "It seems you are completing an earth-shattering magic, and are entirely unable to spare any attention — how fortunate for me!"
The Magic God frowned. Indeed, he could not interrupt the magic in his hands, as the backlash would be fatal to his body. However, Lynch seemed unable to launch an attack on him, since the protective barrier on him was still functioning. The Magic God focused his mind, concentrating his willpower on the spell itself, doing his best to ignore external distractions. Yet Lynch's words still penetrated his ears without fail...
