The barrier chimed like a cathedral bell under the continuous, venomous impact of the shadow needles.
Hajin stood firmly at the edge of the radiant dome, his pupils contracting as divine runic arrays rotated slowly within the depths of his Divine Eye.
Through the translucent amber veil of Vella's protection, the chaotic desert battlefield resolved into a brilliant network of luminous mana conduits.
Every needle shrieking down from the canyon heights left an ephemeral vapor trail of dark, rancid Underworld energy.
Instead of originating from living marksmen concealed among the shale crags, the toxic projectiles materialized out of miniature spatial anchor nodes embedded into the stone.
Hajin tracked those dark threads downward, watching them dive beneath the bloodstained red sand and merge into thick, pulsing subterranean conduits.
The colossal puppet worm in the central crater writhed in blind fury, its segmented chitin clattering loudly as it smashed pillars into powder.
