Julius was still brimming with mana. The reserves he had borrowed from his future self through Event Horizon remained almost completely untouched, as he had barely expended any of them after activating the spell.
The overwhelming flow of mana coursing through his body was more than enough to deal with the pursuers closing in from every direction.
Without sparing them even a glance, he continued moving forward, his sword tracing cold arcs through the air.
Each swing left behind a crimson trail as blood splattered across the sky.
The invisible spell casters hidden among the empty air launched attack after attack, blades of wind, concealed projectiles, and silent spells aimed at his blind spots, yet none of them came close to succeeding.
Julius couldn't see their bodies with his eyes alone, nor could he properly sense their carefully suppressed presences, but it no longer mattered.
