A second group of transformed Magus began casting their spell.
A black sphere formed between their hands, dense enough to bend the light.
They launched it.
The sphere hit an Asura giant's chest and exploded into corrosive mist.
For the first time, one of the giants staggered.
Golden flame flooded the wound.
One of the asura saw a opening and moved like a spear.
He smashed into the core of the array.
CRACK!!!
The layered circles shattered.
The dark dome collapsed into fragments and dissolved in the air.
The transformed Magus were forced to split apart.
Those who hesitated were swallowed by the advancing Ashborn.
Those who retreated were hunted down by the asura's relentless charge.
Tristan watched without concern.
His lance rested against his shoulder.
"They are not our main force."
Roland laughed behind his helm.
"Let them happy for a while."
The space start to tremble.
A new distortion opened above the battlefield.
