Faced with this all-encompassing assault.
Ian remained utterly calm.
"Myriad Manifestations Renewal!"
Naturally, this was another self-created spell. What wizard of the new era would still use the rigid magic from Hogwarts textbooks when they had the means to create their own spells?
With a light tap of his wand against empty space.
An Eye of the Storm radiating an aura of absolute control formed before him.
The Eye of the Storm slowly rotated, generating an irresistible suction force. It did not absorb energy; rather, like an exceptionally efficient air purifier, it drew in all the deadly toxic mist that had spread toward him and swept it inside.
This was wind-element magic. Since it also counted as purification magic, he had named it Myriad Manifestations Renewal. Within the eye of the storm, pure wind elements intertwined with intricate purification runes, forcibly separating and dismantling those filth and toxins until they finally became wisps of harmless gray smoke and vanished without a trace.
Seeing that the toxic mist was ineffective, the monster's lower half, which had been sealed inside the stone coffin, suddenly erupted with even greater force. With a boom, it completely shattered the coffin! Yet its first reaction after breaking free was not to continue attacking Ian. Instead, dozens of its thickest tentacles coiled together like giant pythons, condensing into a dark giant hand made of flesh and energy that blotted out the sky.
In its palm, an incomparably complex, continuously spinning foul rune suddenly lit up. Ian had never encountered anything like it before; it had touched upon a blind spot in his knowledge.
Of course.
Although Ian looked like an illiterate fool in this regard, that did not mean he was actually an idiot. He could still judge the rune's purpose from the power it released.
It