Twenty-Four Hours of Blood and Mana
At this moment… Mike snorted coldly.
"Suppress!"
His voice was not loud.
Yet the instant those two words fell, the entire battlefield seemed to tremble.
The Celestis Restoration Art erupted with all its might.
A brilliant holy radiance burst from Mike's body, spreading outward like an enormous curtain of light. The sacred power descended from above and collided head-on with the terrifying force unleashed by Gareth and the Gluttony wolf.
Boom!
The impact shook the heavens.
The ground beneath them cracked.
Dust and shattered stones were thrown into the air, while waves of Mana swept across the battlefield like violent tides.
For a moment, neither side could gain the upper hand.
Mike stood beneath the overwhelming pressure.
His grey hair whipped wildly behind him.
His black eyes remained fixed on Gareth.
His hands trembled slightly.
Not from fear.
From the sheer strain of maintaining the Celestis Restoration Art.
