Abyrath's fist crashed into Adam's defenses first. The layered diamond-shaped barrier shattered, mana scattering like glass shards before being shredded by the pressurised water swirling around the titan's arm.
And the fist continued downward.
But when everyone thought the wall of layered threads would hold no better than the barriers, that the fist would crush Adam and his arrogant mouth, their eyes widened at the surreal scene.
The threads caved in with little resistance, tearing sounds filled the room, and sky-blue mana drifted to the ground. Yet, they saw Abyrath's fist slow a little more with each inch closing on Adam. Its face twisted too, as if... that monster of the deep was straining himself? Was it even possible? They didn't know, but they had surely never seen that happen.
