This time Sage didn't aim at the beast; he aimed at the ceiling above it.
"Level 2 Fire Spell — Falling Flame!"
The incantation rolled off his tongue like an incantation of doom as he conjured a magic circle above the boss, not in front of him, because circles weren't fixed; they were anchored to mana points and willpower.
The glyph expanded midair with layered rings rotating in opposite directions while runes ignited one after another like stars coming to life.
Then the circle erupted.
WHOOOOM!
Fire didn't shoot forward, it rained down thickly like molten orange spears crashing from above onto both the boss and the stone surrounding it with repeated impacts.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Flames splashed against its armor, rolling like liquid fire that clung to cracks and forced it to slow down.
For the first time, Sage noticed hesitation, not emotional hesitation but mechanical, as the boss adjusted its movement pattern to navigate around this new environmental hazard.
