Damian swiftly extended his mana sense as he soared above the massive army. He identified four third-rankers—excluding pugilists—alongside hundreds of second-rankers and thousands of first-rankers. Some among them took flight, heading directly toward him, but their speed was unimpressive and made them easy to evade. Their smaller spells, though aimed at the ship, posed little threat in terms of damage.
Yet, Damian allowed none of their attacks to strike.
The moment they entered his range, he canceled their spells using High Lord's Respect. While some second-rankers resisted, their willpower wasn't strong enough to sustain the effort repeatedly. With Damian's vast mana reserves, he had the capacity to try a hundred times if necessary—and none could consistently withstand him without too big a gap in their strengths.
"There are too many of them..." Grace muttered in despair.
