Sand's face grew grim with desperate determination. He gathered every ounce of mana his body could channel, drawing on reserves that would leave him completely exhausted. The energy coalesced between his palms, forming a sphere of concentrated power that represented his absolute strongest attack.
This was everything he had, the technique he'd spent years developing and had used to kill other practitioners who threatened his interests.
With a shout of effort, Sand launched the sphere directly at Noah's head, expecting at minimum serious injury and potentially a fatal blow.
Noah simply raised his right hand and caught the mana sphere mid-flight.
His fingers closed around the raw magical energy, and with a casual flex of will backed by master-rank mana control that dwarfed anything Sand could comprehend, Noah made the attack dissolve into harmless wisps of dissipating energy.
