The large bird's talons stretched forward, closing in on Adam as he plummeted toward the ground. The air around him roared, his torn wing leaving a trail of blood rising to the air as he proceeded to fall downwards. His body was shutting down, pain surging through every nerve, but his mind refused to give in
He was pissed.
Gritting his teeth, Adam forced his barely functioning left hand forward, the same one that was now missing three fingers.
He had no time to hesitate... No time to think... He needed to act now. There was only one defensive spell he truly mastered, and by all accounts, it was a damn good one.
Using the Spirit Language, he began coding his spell into existence. Magic circles began to take form as a result, commanding the very Astrum Attribute to bend to his will.
Soon the spell takes root, and their purpose is realized after the proper command is woven into existence.
Magic circles flared into reality, appearing in front of and behind him as a result.
