This piece of black technology "missile" launched from the hands of the hooded monk isn't very powerful.
A full explosion could probably create a ball of flame about two meters in diameter.
However, the power scattered chaotically in all directions can't be compared to the power concentrated by the protection shield of the Quen Rune.
Lann's left hand activated the Quen Rune, blocking most of the dispersing power, leaving only an almost ninety-degree angle of dispersion.
This is the estimated limit of the Quen Rune's endurance in Mentos's estimation.
The fireball, with a two to three meters diameter, was gathered together, erupting into a whole cone-shaped jet of flames!
"Boom!!!"
The surging wave of flames swept past Iwami Yixin's clothing.
The frail old man showed no signs of panic or astonishment; on the contrary, the flames seemed to make the battle more interesting for him.
"Haha! It really is lively!"
