Or he could try something more difficult, more dangerous, more likely to fail. He could try to interrupt the spell, to safely dissipate the accumulated power before it could be released. It would require perfect timing and precision beyond what most wizards could ever hope to achieve.
Arthur made his choice.
He moved forward, closing the distance between himself and Rhedel with impossible speed. His hands came up, already weaving complex patterns in the air. Arcane energy flowed from his fingertips in intricate streams, seeking out the dark power that Rhedel was channeling.
"What are you doing?" Rhedel demanded, his eyes widening with shock.
"Saving your life," Arthur replied simply.
His magic intertwined with Rhedel's, not fighting against it but redirecting it, guiding it away from its destructive purpose and toward harmless dissipation. It was like trying to redirect a river while standing in its current—incredibly difficult and potentially fatal if done incorrectly.
