"I suppose you weren't expecting that," Faust spat, wiping a spray of cold wind and damp atmospheric mist from his face as the replicated wave of stunning force ripped outward.
The roar's detonation slammed into the ground miles below, flattening already toppled buildings, shattering reinforced glass into glittering dust, and churning up thick clouds of pulverized concrete and dry earth that smelled of ancient rubble and pulverized lime.
He whipped his hand in front of him, the motion sharp and decisive, and called forth a sudden, torrential rush of mana.
The energy surged through his arms like liquid fire, heating his skin to a fever pitch. He mentally called on [Fireball] and filled the invisible structure of the spell with mana in seconds.
Fire lit up the darkened sky, casting harsh, flickering crimson highlights across the horizon and glinting brilliantly off the Storm Dragon's jagged grey scales.
