Past the line

"Now… die"

Even if the skeleton was still sitting on the throne without moving an inch, countless enormous shards of ice appeared in the sky.

The peak of the mountain had been completely surrounded by those ice shards, that were soon thrown against Hans.

Every single one of them was a sixth-tier magic with a strange power imbued in it, that seemingly allowed the caster to control its speed and accuracy even better.

Tens of spells were flying at him at the same moment, and Hans, not sure if he would have success with the mana shield, decided to avoid them instead of parrying the hits.

His body began to rush from one side of the peak to the other, and every moment that passed, he saw a shard of ice smash against the surface where he had stood just a couple of milliseconds earlier.

Not even half of the shards had impacted the terrain, and the skeleton had already started casting many others.