'Spatial Lock'
Julien screamed the words in his mind, thrusting his open palm toward the incoming wave of destruction.
An invisible dome of mana came to life.
It appeared into place around him and Kiara just a split second before the concussive blast hit the Association lobby.
The noise was screeching, sounding like a high-speed train crashing directly through the front doors.
The shockwave slammed against the ten-foot radius of the Spatial Lock.
Julien's legs skidded backwards across the floor from the transfer.
Deep, spiderweb cracks rapidly spread across the surface of his invisible shield.
His newly acquired E-Rank mana pool drained at a terrifying, agonising speed, burning his chest as he fought to keep the barrier standing.
He held Kiara tightly against him, shielding her head as the world outside their bubble tore apart.
The heavy wood of the reception desk splintered into thousands of pieces.
