The Broken Cycle 3

One exchange.

He was immediately suppressed.

The man in black felt a chill in his heart. He knew his teacher had begun "teaching."

"I'm capable of far more than this!" the man in black growled. The mutated magic within him erupted, forcibly breaking through the surrounding sluggishness as his wand traced a complex symbol.

"Defense of the Ten Directions!"

Who knew whether this spell had also incorporated Eastern magic.

In any case.

It did indeed bear traces of Western magic. It was hardly strange for a spell to be blended in such a way—after all, no one understood how to draw on others' strengths better than African wizards.

They did not have much of a culture of their own.

The same was true for both wizards and Muggles.

As the man in black cast his spell.

Two layers of shields with different properties instantly overlapped before him.

"Don't let your passion stay in your words alone." Yet the force of Saruman's "press" did not strike the shields directly. Instead, it flowed around their edges like water, continuing to exert pressure from the sides and above. At the same time, several nearly imperceptible threads of magic reached toward the shields' energy nodes as though they possessed lives of their own.

"Stacking shields—the idea is correct. But the nodes are too obvious, and the energy flow is delayed." Saruman's voice was like a patient lesson whispered into his ear.

The man in black suddenly felt the shield he had painstakingly maintained grow unstable. Its energy supply seemed to descend into momentary chaos! Startled, he immediately changed his hand gesture.

"Flame Descent!"

Another spell was instantly cast. A scorching wall of fire surged forward, attempting to force back the invisible control and the magical threads searching for its nodes with a wide-area attack.