The monster's mana was vast.
Elio could feel his own reserves draining with each attack, and he knew they would exhaust themselves before breaking through that barrier again.
"Enough!" Elio's voice cut through the thunderous cacophony of attacks. His eyes, still blazing with enhanced perception, calculated trajectories and possibilities at inhuman speed. "Stop wasting mana on the barrier!"
They had managed to inflict nearly five thousand points of damage to the artromus in their initial assault, a devastating blow, but not enough for a killing strike.
The numbers danced in Elio's mind: five thousand down, fifteen thousand to go. The math was merciless.
More concerning was how quickly their mana reserves were depleting. If they exhausted themselves now, they would be defenseless against whatever counterattack the monster was planning.
