The explosion was much bigger than Damian had calculated. Even Tristan and the others rushing at his golem to assist in the fight, which barely lasted a minute, were blown several meters back by the shockwave. Damian himself had to unsheathe his sword and bury it deep into the snow to avoid getting swept away, despite being the farthest from the blast.
Even Vidalia and Moondancer paused their battle for a moment to brace against the shockwaves that rippled through them. Rebalancing himself, Damian glanced up at the center of the explosion, where white and black smoke billowed in a mushroom cloud. Once it cleared, the first thing Damian noticed was the massive charred crater in the otherwise white plain, and in the middle of it stood a man.
'Goddamn bastard is still standing...'
'What the hell did you do?'
'Ah... Focus on your own thing.'
'You used 5% of my mana in a single spell!'
