The fourteen beams tore toward us in perfect synchronization, converging from all directions with lethal precision. They were not crude blasts of energy; each carried compressed Essence for maximum explosion.
I did not move from my position.
The green Essence that had gathered inside the dome responded instantly to my will. What had risen like a tide now compressed inward, folding around me in a thin, translucent layer. It did not appear thick or imposing.
As the beams closed in, I released a temporal ripple.
It spread outward from me in a controlled pulse, not wide enough to engulf the entire field, but sufficient to distort the immediate flow of time within the dome. The incoming beams slowed as they entered the ripple's radius, their violent charge reduced to deliberate, almost suspended motion.
In that stretched instant, they appeared less like destructive lances and more like glowing ribbons suspended mid-flight.
They struck the thin green shield.
