Professor Rinehart made a slashing motion with his wand, creating an elemental shield that blocked the lightning Obelith had shot in his direction.
As the lightning dispersed, the Gargoyle closed the distance, his claws stretched out and ready to strike.
The Headmaster of Brynhildr Academy smiled faintly as he moved his wand like the musical conductor of an orchestra.
A whip-like brilliance shot out from the tip of his wand, lashing at the Gargoyle Emperor like a deadly whip of destruction.
The Gargoyles who were unlucky enough to be in its path were shattered to oblivion, and Obelith knew that he must evade it.
However, to his surprise, as he started to dodge the incoming magical whip, the whip suddenly moved in an uncanny way, as if bouncing off an invisible wall, that made it head to Obelith’s direction.
His eyes widened, seeing that the whip was now hurtling toward him.