Dividing the Horde.
The previously dark and gloomy skies were cleared up, as a huge portion of the flying abominations fell to the ground, their blood dying the world a heavy shade of scarlet.
Cain staggered to the ground as a lightheaded feeling settled down on him. His brain had done a lot of work in a very short time. If not for {Draconic Transfiguration}, he would have gotten off with something way worse than a headache.
Shaking his head, Cain stared at the results of the shot he had just fired.
The bullet contained two things...
All the metal mana that had been stored in the Vault, as well as a manifold magic circle. When the shot had reached a position above the flying abominations, the magic circle unfurled and rained down golden hell on them.
A large portion of the flying abominations had been wiped away in a single instant...
'I definitely won't be able to replicate such a move again. Besides, my mana has been terribly depleted...'