As August stood firm on the battlefield, he felt the energy coursing through him, a surge of determination igniting his spirit. If he could not handle the Purple Sorceress now, he would surely not let the Golden Peacock go!
After casting a wind rune and another non-elemental rune on himself, he raised his Elven Spirit staff, channeling the swirling winds into a concentrated form, and with a fierce determination, he cast the spell.
Infinite Heavens Canon: Imperial Wind - Hundred Piercing Gale Bolts Strike."
He proclaimed softly, his voice resonating with power.
Instantly, hundreds of sharp, wind-infused bolts shot forth from his staff, slicing through the air with an astonishing speed that defied the senses. The bolts crossed the distance in the blink of an eye, each one aimed with deadly precision.
