The fifth bolt tore through the sky and slammed into his dome with a deafening crack. His mystical eyes narrowed, glinting with a sharper, colder resolve than before.
For the last two times, he solidified the dome. He continued, yet even when the dome didn't get completely destroyed, the fifth strike had almost crumbled it entirely. The hole on the top of the dome, from which he could see a small part of the sky, was proof of the increasing difficulty. Besides that, the time was getting shorter and shorter—it was not even giving him 10 seconds to prepare now.
This is the sixth strike. The third one had previously made me stronger, so I expect this one to have the same effect.
He wasn't able to tell if the third strike's judgment had any difference because of being inside. Still, he had the feeling this was going to completely destroy the dome either way, knowing the increase in strength and the time reduction.
