Facing the azure storm, layers of aura continuously broke and were rebuilt by Damian. But the flames were too vicious and destructive. Each time the aura broke and was reshaped, the flames inched closer to his flesh than before. His aura mastery was not up to par yet for facing a legendary.
Yet, Damian exceeded the very limit of his aura mastery. He pushed more mana into the aura enhancement runic spell, but it was merely a spell; it had a limit, control of quality—a forceful pull. Damian still had to use his utmost focus in continuously guiding and shaping it.
There had to be more inside, somewhere. The mana in him was almost 3%. He could not afford to go any lower. Aura was all he had.
Damian's vision blurred, a numbness spreading in the body; the lack of mana was evident. It felt like he was in a dream; it wasn't his flesh that was fighting. As if he were an observer of his own self.
