"Get ready for your divine punishment now..." Damian smirked.
He slowly began pulling up all the runic circles formed by others with his mana threads. He could control them, but not as though they were his own. He could dismiss, move, or launch them as they were originally chanted by others, but modifying them was impossible. In his eyes, this was the biggest downside—if modification were an option, this skill would have been godly for crafting. Still it was pretty powerful.
"What is happening…?"
"Is he canceling it…?"
"His mana shouldn't last for canceling all our spells…"
"Wha... What the hell is that…?"
"Our spells!"
Everyone started murmuring among themselves in rising panic as Damian activated all of their spells at once, directing them from high above to aim back down toward their casters.
