The witch furrowed her brows from annoyance and indignation, frustrated by the blood-red dragon's skill effect.
"Dammit!" She cursed aloud, her blood on the verge of boiling over.
Fafnir's insidious smile only grew larger as the mana inside of him writhed with malicious intent, converging inside and scattering outside in a chaotic and unpredictable manner. The particles themselves seem to vibrate with untold excitement as the evil dragon's scarlet mana seeped out of himself and into the air around him.
With a quick burst of an enormous amount of fire mana, the area around him—around fifty meters in diameter—essentially became the mouth of a volcano. Burning hot magma surrounded scarlet dragon's dragonish frame, isolating him from the effects of the witch's Bound Field.
"Fire!" Fafnir commanded, prompting Regin to let his spell loose.
An mind-boggling amount of mana then began converging inside of the blue-blooded dragon, gathering and coalescing in a smooth and rhythmical manner, almost like the elegant flow of water itself.
Regin's eyes shone sapphire as he unleashed his most powerful offensive spell.
"Gråtende Ønske…" The Ever-Flowing Dragon of Sealed Fate muttered in a cold, icy voice as the air around him froze.
"!!" The spirit witch noticed this immediately and tightened her hold over her own Bounded Field. This was her territory, no matter if she could control it or not. Anything that she wanted, had, or lost us all here, inside of herself, the only place she knew better than anyone, but was the farthest away than anyone.
Space itself seemed to warp as the mana particles inside of Åndelig Skjebneplan as the witch extended her arm towards the blue-blooded dragon, tightening her hold on the water mana around him, doing her very best to seize control over it and destroy the spell formation before it can fully manifest.
"…?!" However, it was too late.
Regin's aptitude—his nature and compatibility to water, coupled with his centuries of experience in magic allowed him to overpower even the spirit witch's multi-elemental nature to such a degree that the witch herself can never hope to achieve.
*clink*
A piece of ice fell from the blue sky, just about a centimeter big.
*clink clink*
Then another.
*clink clink clink*
Ice began to fall from the heavens again and again as Regin's magic summoned forth hail inside of the witch's own Bounded Field.
"—!!" A look of horror and despair painted over the witch's usually lackadaisical and whimsical face, completely betraying herself. She immediately have up on trying to manipulate Regin's magic and immediately manipulated the mana around and within herself, hurriedly trying to cast a barrier to defend against the incoming attack she knew was definitely coming.
However, her actions were thwarted once more as the plates of ice that reflected her beautiful figure inhibited her from forming or manipulating her inner and outer mana, disabling her from casting any kind of spell.
"Gah—!" She immediately pushed forward midair. With Spirit Form active, she didn't need to use Flight to move three-dimensionally. Her fingers touched the icy plates, phasing through it easily. A brief sense of relief filled her otherwise panicked mind.
*kzzt*
"…Huh?" The witch muttered aloud, dumbfounded. A bolt of electricity shot through her arm as her body is flung backwards, bumping into another plate of reflective ice and sending a jolt of electricity throughout her back.
The icy, reflective plates resisted her presence yet again, sending her forward this time. However, the witch immediately caught herself, pausing midair, right in the center of the plethora of icy plates. She was now trapped in a sphere made out thin, hexagonal, reflective plates of ice.
"Sjelens Speil—" Regin muttered from behind the gaps in the icy sphere, his voice echoing from all sides. "—A spell that I devised and created just for this…just for you. It traps the target in a sphere made out of frozen water mana particles with the unique effect of repelling souls—my specialty. While this would normally only be effective for spirits or specters, I've reworked the spell to adapt depending on the target inside, sampling a part of target's soul, in this case you, and using that information to modify itself and oppose the you as much as possible."
The spirit witch thought back to how her hand sunk into the icy plates before being repelled. "So that was—"
"—Yes, it was." Regin interjected. His voice was cold, so very cold, even more than ice itself. "Because of the nature of the spell itself, it came with a strict set of conditions…" Regin continued his spiel.
「Attribute 'Contemplative Creator' is currently activated」
The spirit witch immediately worked her brain to the limit to try and find a way to break free from the blue-blooded dragon's prison. A manic look could be seen from her eyes as the familiar sensation of isolation seeped into her heart. She pounded the walls of her icy prison, completely ignoring the electrical shock and pain that shook her very soul.
Regin continued on. "…The spell can only work once. Once it has attuned itself to one target, the spell will only be able to repel that very target. If I didn't do this, I could never have made a way to counter your unique characteristics and magic. Furthermore, because this spell is so complex and bard to cast…I'm required to explain it to the target within an hour and with the intended desire to do so or the spell would deteriorate over time…but I guess it doesn't matter now." Regin looked up into the air, watching as the skies itself parted.
The witch's face distorted in horror and fear as she witnessed Regin's strongest spell.
Gråtende Ønske, the culmination of Regin's magical talent, potential, and insight converged into a singular spell, coalesced into a single ball of mana, condensed over the many decades of life he spent producing and imbuing conjured water with mana—a spell that required a literal century just to meet the minimum requirements for activation.
A brief look resignation flitted across the witch's face, immediately replaced with a brilliant smile that warmed even Regin's ice-cold heart.
An icy mountain—or at least something closely resembling it—fell from the heavens, parting the sky itself. An enormous amount of mana was contained inside of that icy meteorite, to the point that even an entire country's collective mana reservoir is not enough to cast it. It was easily the biggest and grandest spell the witch had ever witnessed cast, and now it was heading straight for her.
"Ah, I didn't catch his na—"