The world around him slowed to a crawl as his perception accelerated.
He became a blur of shadow and steel, striking with precision.
Knashii found its mark again and again, slicing through the creature's unnatural flesh, severing limbs, and cutting deep into its torso. Each wound would have been fatal to any mortal being, but for this abomination, they were merely inconveniences.
Behind him, Wymar had entered a deep casting trance. His eyes glowed with pure mana in them, as emerald rubies and complex runic equations orbited around him like the rings of some mystical planet.
Sswuushhhh!
A sharp noise of air being ripped apart by a sudden burst of mana filled the battlefield.
The air crackled with power as he drew energy from the ley lines that crisscrossed the county.
As a Tier 9 mage, Wymar had access to dimensional magic that lesser practitioners could only dream of—spells that could, briefly, tear the very fabric of reality.
