Archer clapped his hands together, readying his mana for the next attack. The three strands collided and combined. Light exploded outward, forcing Sera, who was standing beside him, to shield her eyes. When it cleared, several spells hovered in front of him: missile-shaped mana projectiles, each one made up of a different element, bound by a lattice of raw will.
The Terravian God sensed the threat. Its shield, already spider-webbed and bleeding divine light, flared with desperate brilliance. Stone golems along the perimeter lurched to life, but he didn't spare them a glance as they would be destroyed soon, and the spell charged up even more, absorbing mana from his body.
''Now,'' he muttered.
Archer thrust his hand forward, forcing the projectiles to carve a screaming trail of chaos toward the shield. The barrier met it with a shriek as the strange mana flared, but it was useless. For a heartbeat, the spells hung suspended, elements warring against the enemy god's will.
