'I messed up ' Richard thought to himself as he stared up at the man firmly bound midair with the black tendrils he summoned using the {Black Hand of God}.
He stared down at his hands.
'Something is wrong with me.'
He had noticed it only just now...
His mana pool had ballooned by several times.
Not only that, but the quality of his mana had also changed fundamentally.
It was strange and unfamiliar. Like the magic flowing within him didn't belong to him at all.
Normally, he should have only been able to summon five of these black tentacles.
However, he felt that if he tried, he would be able to summon ten, maybe a dozen of them max.
He paused for a moment then whispered another spell.
A ball of flames appeared in his hands. Then it condensed into a marble sized spinning orb of fire.
He concentrated for a moment...
Then the orb split into two.
Then three.
'This is the maximum I can manage with my concentration. Incredible.'
He was confused.
