The next second, seeing the barrier once again reform and strengthen, everyone let out a sigh of relief. In the end, a player was still a player. He would never be able to break through defenses on his own.
The city's defenders straightened, shaking off their terror. Guild leaders barked orders. NPC mages poured mana into the array.
"Hold steady!"
"It was a fluke!"
"He can't do that twice! No player can!"
Confidence began to return. However, the collective sigh of relief barely lasted a heartbeat. Before they could finish this thought, a maniacal smile appeared on Damon's face. He was not nearly done yet.
Damon hovered in the air like a crimson star, chest rising as he drew in a massive breath. The very atmosphere distorted as mana flooded toward him, streams of power ripping free from the environment and converging into his body like he was a living singularity.
