One mana circle appeared behind each Balor and Fomor, turning them into conduits and relay points for the magic circle generated by the Tiamat. The water element formed a dome around Ruugat that scrambled the world energy contained in his spells, neutralizing many of them and weakening the rest.

Fountain of Death still hit all over the battlefield. The explosions produced by remaining Tower Tier Spells lit up the sky like a sun rising from the ground, outnumbering the allied forces more than ten to one.

Yet their power decreased with each centimeter they travelled. By the time Fountain of Death reached the frontlines, shields were raised and barriers conjured.

Despite that, the countless spells hit like a tidal wave and broke past the battle formations, reaching deep inside the ranks of the allied forces.

‘What are Ryla and Lith doing? What is this feeling?’ Morok could only wait and stare as the blinding light of Fountain of Death approached him.

The blue wave of the water element, however, reached him first. The Tyrant’s scales absorbed it like a sponge, but instead of generating a mana circle, he spiraled down from the pain.

His blue eye hurt, and his energy wings flickered in and out of existence, compromising both his focus and his ability to fly. The more Morok tried to absorb the water element from his eye and release it from his wings, the faster his descent.