Elion smiled back at Dorian, sensing his excitement. Truth be told, despite the gravity of his mission—saving the city of Varzinhein and its people, all while ensuring he didn't lose his life in the process—he was enjoying the fight more than he expected. The thrill of the battle made his blood rush.
"In that case, let me try something else," Elion said with a grin, channeling his mana. His right fist became enveloped in space magic, warping the distance around it. First, he expanded the space, increasing the distance between his fist and the outside world. Then, in an instant, he compressed the space rapidly, distorting space and creating a void.
Dorian's sharp eyes didn't miss the dangerous energy swirling around Elion's hand. His heart skipped a beat as he sensed the immense, crushing force contained within it.
