The Closed Loop of Fate 6

Ian had certainly calculated things well.

But neither the young Saruman nor the old Saruman knew any of this.

They were merely stunned by the sheer power of Ian's magic.

They watched.

As Ian cast his spell.

Wherever the ripples passed, time seemed to accelerate by tens of millions of times.

Before the giant shelled beast the size of a small mountain could bring down its massive claw, its heavy carapace instantly lost all luster. Cracks spread across it like weathered rock that had endured for hundreds of millions of years, and it then crumbled into falling dust, its immense life force within vanishing silently along with it.

The intangible psychic shrieks of the shadow wraiths came to an abrupt halt. Their bodies, formed from pure resentment, disappeared like soap bubbles under sunlight. Without making a sound, they utterly dissipated, as though they had never existed.

The blob-like eyeball monsters spewing acid had their acid still hanging in midair when their entire bodies rapidly withered and shriveled, turning into lifeless heaps of ash.

Just one wave of his hand. One ripple of "Withering."

Dozens of terrifying monsters at the very front of the charge, brimming with the most momentum, were instantly completely "erased," leaving not even a trace behind!

And this was only the beginning.

Ian Prince seemed to find these distractions rather irritating. He finally paused his work on deciphering the magic array and turned around, facing head-on the even greater number of monsters still surging toward him like a black tide.

His gaze remained calm and placid, but beneath that calm, a soul-freezing chill seemed to begin spreading.

He no longer used spells from the "Avada" series. Instead, he raised his right hand, spreading his fingers slightly as he aimed at the area where the monsters were most