It didn't take long for Dorian to collect himself. His arm was still stretched out, ready and waiting for him to cast the next attack.
Of course, for him to fully concentrate, he needed to ignore the lustful movement of the woman before him.
'Just one more attack, and I can end this,' he spoke with conviction, feeling more and more mana being drained from his body like a vacuum.
The fact he was still standing was a miracle in and of itself.
Eyes locked on his target, Dorian uttered—
"Missile launcher."
Right in front of him, the missile formed. It was rectangular and small, forged with multiple slots having missiles loaded into them.
All Dorian needed to do was just think of the missiles going forward, and they would.
He could have easily constructed something way bigger, but due to his mana loss and obvious mental strain, this was the best he could do.
