Blood dripped from Damian's nose, and his hands were numb from the cold mana energy. He knew that if he kept pushing, he'd lose all sensation in his fingers. But it was enough; he'd crushed the last of his red mana stones, and the setup was finally complete.
The real question remained: would it be enough? Damian could push himself no further without risking permanent damage to his body.
"Will these do?" Royce asked, eyeing the pile of oversized, sharpened javelins as thick as smaller tree trunks. Mira tested the weight of one in her hands, adjusting her grip to maximize control for the throw. Damian nodded in approval. There were more than ten javelins, but his collection of red mana dust could only cover seven or eight of them with increased firepower, enhancing the intensity of the exploding arrow spell with the size.
