Rod Of God

Changing his meld from Luna to Morpheus, Astaroth launched into the skies. After reaching about a hundred meters up, he stopped his ascent.

His Synthetic Gravity spell had a range from which he couldn't leave, lest it deactivate, and he wasn't done using it yet. But he would have to hurry, though.

The mana pull on that spell was insane, even when considering his mana regen. At a thousand MP per second drain, his meagre approximately two-hundred and fifty regen per second wouldn't last long.

Even what he was attempting now would send him teetering on the edge of his mana pool, if he didn't have access to mana siphon. Sending his shield back into his inventory, Astaroth brought his both hands forward, aiming at the demon below him.

Concentrating acutely, a stone bullet came into existence before his fingers and started changing. In a few seconds, the stone bullet had elongated to around two meters long, about ten centimetres in diameter.