Shards of razor sharp ice exploded outward in every direction, turning the sky into a killing field.
The Magus's smile vanished as hundreds of frozen needles whirled toward him.
He raised his hand, mana pulsing.
Crack.
A barrier of lightning flared to life and caught most of the shrapnel, but not all of it.
A shard tore across his cheek.
Another scraped past his shoulder and sliced through his cloak.
He landed lightly on a nearby cliff edge, his gaze sharpening.
"Hoh…" he muttered, glancing at the blood on his fingers. "Interesting."
His wound started to heal, but Ben did not give him any time to breathe.
Dozens more ice bolts screamed down from above, trailing frost like silver comets.
Boom.
Half of them exploded midair and detonated like magical fireworks.
The blast scattered frozen shrapnel in every direction and turned the sky into a rain of death.
Crackle.
Lightning pulsed from the Magus's body like a living aura.
Boom.
He shot upward like a lightning bolt.
