Genes Have Limits!

Faced with this all-encompassing attack.

Ian remained perfectly calm.

"Renewal of All Things!"

This was, of course, another self-created spell. What wizard of the new era still used the rigid magic from Hogwarts textbooks when they had the means to create their own spells?

He lightly tapped the air with his wand.

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 the most efficient Air Purifier, it drew in all the deadly toxic fog that spread toward him and swept it inside.

This was wind-element magic. Since it also counted as purification magic, he had named it Renewal of All Things. Within the storm's eye, pure wind elements intertwined with complex purification runes, forcibly separating and dismantling the filth and toxins until they finally became wisps of harmless gray smoke and vanished without a trace.

Seeing that the poisonous fog was ineffective, the monster's lower body, trapped within the stone coffin, suddenly erupted with even greater strength. 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 intertwined like giant pythons, forming a colossal dark hand that blotted out the sky, made of flesh and energy.

In its palm, an incomparably complex, ever-rotating filthy rune suddenly lit up—so complex that Ian had never encountered anything remotely like it. It had reached the limits of his knowledge.

Of course.

Though Ian might have looked like an illiterate fool in this regard, that did not mean he was actually an idiot. He could still determine the rune's meaning from the power it released.

It carried an aura capable of contaminating another's