Even before he finished the word, an incredible amount of just as incredibly dense mana gathered right in front of Tararat's wide-open mouth. It took the shop of a small pearl of red and orange light that quickly grew brighter and more powerful.
'Yes! More! This pressure is what I need!'
Tararat's Breath boiled the ground and air around it even before it was fully condensed, and Ackster could sense danger from it like an alarm bell was ringing in his head. This attack was far more powerful than anything Tararat had unleashed so far.
The mana Tararat gathered was so dense Ackster couldn't even try to read it like he had done with the claws. Even with his Overhuman Senses pushed past their limits, all Ackster could see was a dense, swirling mass of mana.
Time slowed to a crawl as Tararat's Breath neared completion, and Tararat pulled back the leaking mana and heat inside the orb. Then, he released it.
