Uriel had no offensive spells. Whatsoever.
[Third Circle: Torrential Pillar]
But it didn't matter.
Dozens of spell circles flashed into being, encasing his legs as they bulged with muscles he didn't have. With nothing more than a simple push, he retreated dozens of meters away.
Landing and sliding back, he pushed a palm forward. The ambient aether of the world followed, bending and collapsing into runes as if it were wet paper, forming a large runic spell formation.
[Fifth Circle: Resonant Echo]
The formation suddenly crystallised into a wall of aether that remained in front of him, blotting out the space of the garden.
Ayah and Enoch were confused, but their senses roared with danger.
Uriel, his legs still empowered, pushed forward. His body twisted outward just as a spell circle formed around his fist, snapping into place. Like a spring, his body then snapped back, torquing inward as he launched a punch that impacted the crystallised wall of aether.
