'Iron Spike Field.'
With the wave of his hand, Marcus cast a tier seven iron magic spell and hundred-meter-tall spires of iron that ended in sharp points sprouted out of the ground.
Lyra had asked him to slow Gronex's charge down however he could. Recommending that he only use tier seven or higher magic since anything lower simply would not have the range or power necessary.
"Well, that didn't last long." Marcus grumbled.
His iron spike field was sliced through by just two mana infused claw swipes from Gronex. It was a display of the immense power of a high-level dragon.
Still, Marcus did not become disheartened. There was still some distance between them.
'Let's try this.'
'Umbral fissure.'
'Star light rain.'
With both of his arms held high, a great flash of light shot into the sky from Marcus' hands.
At the same time, he slammed his right foot into the air below and a dark crack formed in a straight line in front of him.
