Countless arms extended from beneath the robe, sprawling like a lush banyan tree stretching in the night. These arms varied in thickness and length, most were empty-handed, except for the two strongest arms on the sides of the body, holding the law book and the wooden staff.
But this doesn't mean those arms are useless.
"…om…aum…paragatê (offering)…fm'latgh (burning)…'ai (summon)…bing…ebuman (trap)…n'ghft (darkness)…lin…n'gha (death)…dou…ne…ba…all…"
Muddy and hoarse sounds echoed across the battlefield, Walter's spread arms pinching out ancient spells, chanting incantations mixed with various schools and beliefs. Chaos and harmony fused perfectly at that moment, shaking the magical power across all directions, gathering evil and powerful auras one after another.
Boom!
Boom! Boom!
