Ang Leo

"It was time to focus..."

Facing the barrage of attacks raining down on him, Dago showed no sign of panic.

His gaze left Ang Leo and instantly settled into calmness, a deep tranquility like winter itself.

The black light before him reflected in his azure eyes, and those ferocious spells seemed to move in slow motion within his pupils.

He drew in a quiet breath, as though inhaling all the stillness in the world.

Then he raised his hand.

His movement was slow and steady, like smoothing a wrinkled sheet of paper or pressing down an unruly piano key.

He slowly made a downward pressing motion.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze.

There was no chant, no complicated incantation, not even an unnecessary movement.

Yet the instant his palm pressed down, some balance in the air was shattered.

In an instant, countless mysterious currents surged from the void. They intertwined and collided as an indescribably terrifying energy field rapidly expanded and erupted beneath Dago's descending palm.

It was not a simple burst of magical power, but the crushing force of a higher-order law.

"What... what is this?!"

Bateran, whose face had been twisted with anticipation as he waited to see Dago make a fool of himself, suddenly felt a terrifying pressure descend from above. It felt as though the entire sky had collapsed and was crushing down upon him.

The black blades of light and shadowy tentacles he had unleashed were like fragile glass before a hammer in the face of that invisible field. They shattered and disintegrated instantly, turning into countless black motes that vanished into the air.

"Impossible! What kind of spell is this?!"

Bateran screamed in terror, desperately driving the magical power within him as he tried to raise a defensive barrier.

But the pressure was