In the center of the battlefield, Energy erupted once more.
Four Blood Dragons collided head-on with the Leader's protective glow, turning the entire void into a cracked mirror, with fissures spreading in all directions.
The four Eighth Level Wizards of the Deep Red Royal Court remained unmoved, while the Leader's figure trembled violently and retreated several hundred kilometers.
His outline became even more blurred.
Light points continuously scattered from his edges, like smoke blown apart by the wind.
He attempted to reconsolidate, but the disintegration was faster than the reformation.
As a Ninth Level Creature, his power was indeed infinite, but it required time.
And these four Eighth Level Wizards had not given him a single moment of respite since the battle began.
The Leader hovered in the void, with his only remaining human-shaped eye alternating between madness and calm.
