Wincent raised the God Hand, and the compressed mana gathered at his fingertips. The crimson light condensed, shrinking smaller and smaller until it was no larger than a marble, yet the pressure radiating from it made the air tremble. He spoke four words, quiet and precise.
"[Density], [Sharpness], [Speed], [Converge]."
The marble of mana pulsed once, then shot forward.
Azrynn's eyes widened. The attack was already halfway to her before her mind caught up. She didn't have time to dodge.
'That attack is dangerous! I need to raise my defenses now!'
She slammed her palm against her chest, and the runes along her daggers flared bright green. Lines of light spread across her body, weaving together into a shimmering layer of runic armor. It clicked into place just as the attack hit.
The impact was devastating.
