Not Enough, Not Nearly Enough

Dago raised his left hand. His immense mental power compressed all the air within his Mental Force Field into his palm, forming an egg-sized Flame Core.

He had just the weapon for a target this large: the Flame Core Air Bullet!

Boom!!!

The Flame Core, radiating boundless light and heat, shot straight at the giant shadow hand and exploded, unleashing a violent shock wave followed by a scorching blast of air.

The giant hand trembled as it swept down at an angle. Its momentum, as though it meant to crush everything, stopped dead, and great swathes of the black mist coiling around it dispersed.

Dago appeared beside the crumbling hand's right flank. Without slowing, he charged straight at Jarliden, the Dance of Fine Snow in his right hand blazing with ghostly blue Iceflame. He sliced through Jarliden's Mental Force Field and domain field as easily as cutting flimsy paper, driving forward without the slightest resistance.

Jarliden watched Dago's figure grow larger before his eyes. Several rings on his fingers and the black diamond studs in his ears lit up at once.

Protective Void Shields materialized around him, layering over his body. One by one, the Dance of Fine Snow, wreathed in ghostly blue Iceflame, swiftly cut through them.

The blazing blue drew closer, reflected in Jarliden's rapidly contracting pupils. His expression twisted into a snarl. The core of mental power in his mind shook violently, and he let out a silent roar, unleashing his Second-Ring Wizard Mental Force Field without restraint.

Raw mental power whipped up an invisible, terrifying storm. A blinding "light" of unparalleled brilliance burst from Jarliden, inside and out!

This was a wizard's purest, most direct means of attack: a savage assault on reality with mental power. No wizard would choose to fight this way. Even in