The collateral shockwaves had already spread outward.
The moment before the magic was about to be triggered, yet had not been triggered.
The instant Mystra's Mind Will formed the thought of commanding her own power to attack.
Within a crack in space.
Inside a region as tiny as dust.
Another will suddenly stirred.
A will that had long been lying hidden.
A slender arm like that of an arthropod.
Like an Evil Spirit Limb from a nightmare.
Clutching a strange black dagger, it silently extended from within.
At first, it was as thin as some kind of thread, its bodily proportions bizarrely abnormal.
But as it stretched farther, its form underwent further changes.
Its thickness gradually reached that of a normal person, while its length extended to more than ten meters.
At that moment, the black dagger gleaming with strange black light slipped into the Magic Shield around Goddess of Magic - Mystra as effortlessly as ink dissolving into clear water.
It sliced through her clothing and plunged into her body, stopping just three centimeters short of piercing through her heart chamber.
It was also then, accompanied by intense pain and a sense of mortal danger, that Mystra and Tyr, who was not far away, finally reacted.
In that instant, Mystra's originally exquisite face twisted grotesquely with fury and terror.
"Shar!!!"
Though it had lasted only an exceedingly brief moment.
She had still recognized what that black dagger was and understood who had attacked from the shadows.
In this world.
Under normal circumstances, even with her power restricted, Mystra's raw strength was still practically invincible.
As the Goddess of Magic.
The ruler of the Weave.
So long as she wished it, thousands of defensive spells with different effects and ever-changing structures could be condensed around her at any time through