Leo didn't stop.
Even after the explosion faded and the dust began to settle, he was already preparing his next wave. The divine pressure around him thickened, the air froze, then vibrated violently, trembling under his power.
"Still alive?!" Leo roared, eyes glowing a brilliant, inhuman blue. "Then DIE ALREADY!"
He thrust his arm forward, and torrents of water spiraled from the sky, turning into lances of ice mid-fall. At the same time, beams of light burst from his wings, raining destruction in every direction. Every step, every swing, was like a god tearing at the fabric of the world.
Glain's barrier roots strained under the bombardment. The ground shook. The trees around them withered, life energy drawn away by the clash. Glain gritted his teeth, his arms trembling, his mana nearly drained.
"Rafael—move! Don't let him lock on!"
But when Glain looked over, Rafael wasn't cowering anymore.
