With a hastily constructed barrier of pure magical energy, the Deamhain Sect executive shielded himself from the spears of ice moments away from turning him into a pincushion.
Thanks to his superior powers, it was easy enough to deflect the spell, but it was far from all he had to worry about.
Evelyn, Lucia, Rehni, and Aralee all launched their own attacks in time when he was most off balance.
"Don't think that this will be enough to stop me!" The man shouted, creating platforms in the air to serve as footing as he dashed away.
His speed and thought process still outstripped all of their abilities by a wide margin.
Yet, no matter how fast he could move, it could not help him escape the cage Evelyn had set.
Before he got far, another sigil suddenly appeared in his way, this time slamming an immense force of gravity on top of him and bringing him to a momentary halt.
