Even though the complexity of their spell models was utterly incomparable, Morningstar Professionals could cast even faster and more steadily. In the blink of an eye, the radiance gathering at Belain's fingertips had already become as dazzling as a burst of sparks, and the mental fluctuation brimming with his fury immediately locked perfectly onto the Morningstar Knight, who had been attacking madly just moments ago but was now retreating at top speed.
If nothing unexpected happened, that powerful spell of flickering light would instantly strike the solemn-faced Morningstar Knight suspended in midair. Unable to withstand the attack of a Level Forty-Five caster head-on, Kane could only abandon the hard-won advantage of close combat and evade.
Unfortunately, however, the Morningstar Level Spell Sky-Rending Scar, upon which Belain had placed such high hopes, was destined never to be released. To the left of Sky Shard, a Morningstar Mage clad in a robe seemingly woven from the night sky was already staring expressionlessly at the prey that had fallen into his trap.
"..."
"Conjuration Morningstar killer move—Tide of Trailing Light."
As always, a mage's etiquette was to unleash their ultimate move upon meeting. Punk, who had remained hidden and prepared his Morningstar killer move long ago, had been waiting precisely for the crucial moment when Belain could no longer resist casting a counterattack. At this unusual juncture, Sky Shard had just finished constructing a Morningstar Level Spell and had not yet released it, making it utterly impossible for him to instantly complete another mobility spell or Defensive Spell. Furthermore, one layer of his several magical barriers had just been stripped away by the mad knight's attack. At this moment, Sky Shard, focused on driving back the enemy before him, was at the most awkward transition between offense and defense. And right then, Whisper