When he finally opened his eyes, sweat was pouring down his face and his head throbbed with the mental strain. But the spell matrix was complete, humming with potential in the back of his consciousness.
He just needed to test it.
Cain looked around for a suitable target. There—a cluster of boulders about two hundred meters away, arranged in a rough circle. Perfect.
He raised his hand and spoke the spell's name.
"{Falling Stars of Orion}."
Space tore open above the boulders.
Not one rift. Not a dozen. One hundred tiny spatial tears, each one barely large enough to fit a blade through. They appeared in a perfect grid pattern, covering an area roughly fifty meters wide.
And from each rift, a {Stellar Razor} emerged.
The blades hung suspended for a heartbeat, catching the multicolored light. Silver-grey metal with purple undertones and that eerie green luminescence pulsing along their centers.
One hundred blades. All pointed down at the target zone.
