Dago watched a jet-black pillar of destructive light, condensed almost into solid matter, scrape past the very tip of his nose!
There was no explosion, no roar.
The golden eagle wing on that side, strong enough to withstand Fourth Circle spells, silently evaporated the instant it touched the black light, as though erased from existence at a conceptual level!
In his ears, his heart pounded like a frenzied war drum.
At the edge of his vision was Lumian's face, twisted with ecstasy as he laughed with abandon.
That face seemed to mock him: Run, then! Can you escape the Fifth Circle's judgment?!
"Hah-"
He forcefully exhaled a scorching breath, and frozen time thundered back into motion!
Dago's eyes instantly filled with absolute focus, his immense mental power sweeping the void like radar operating at full capacity.
His figure became a bolt of golden lightning, constantly leaping and changing direction as he performed evasive maneuvers in the void so precise they bordered on art!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Overhead, black pillars of destructive light rained down like an apocalyptic deluge!
The enormous six-pointed star slowly rotated, seemingly possessed of its own will, directing every ounce of its killing intent unerringly onto Dago!
"It's a spatial lock..."
Amid evasive maneuvers that pushed his limits to an almost absurd degree, Dago calmly detected the nauseatingly dense spatial fluctuations around him.
He clenched his back teeth and danced frantically on a knife's edge!
Every black pillar that grazed past him contained forbidden power enough to blast him into dust in an instant!
A faint, nearly invisible golden soul glow enveloped him. Alazan was risking damage to his own essence to continually correct Dago's positioning by those crucial fractions.
Heavy panting echoed continuously inside Dago's mind.
At last, the stormlike apocalyptic assault abruptly stalled.
The six-pointed