Hall Of The Grand Witch

Turning to face the impending, ominous attack the young witch had fired his way, Ryan felt as though time had reached a standstill. The witches observing from above on their broomsticks, as well as Jasmine, were powerless to help him.

Earth Synthesis, Nature Manipulation, and countless other forms of magic raced through Ryan's mind as potential ways to block or evade the attack, but he didn't have the time or mana for any of them.

So he resorted to fortifying his body with whatever mana he had managed to channel, hoping for the best.

'I've taken plenty of powerful attacks head-on. I should be fine, right?'

But glancing at Jasmine's expression quickly made him think otherwise, and his confidence wavered.

'The Dark Seraphim's attacks can't be blocked by a physical barrier, idiot!' she exclaimed internally, watching Ryan's futile attempt at defending himself.