The man gritted his teeth, forcing himself upright despite the pounding in his skull and the burning pain in his eyes.
He clenched his fists, channeling every ounce of strength and skill he had to resist the psychic onslaught.
His aura flared violently, a ripple of power that distorted the air around him, but even this barely seemed to affect the child.
Bella's eyes narrowed. She doubled the speed and intensity of her attack.
More spheres erupted from her hands, weaving intricate patterns, striking from multiple angles, attempting to overwhelm her target.
Each strike carried the force of a small bomb, detonating with deafening booms that shook the crumbling cityscape.
The ascended child tilted slightly, dodging some spheres with impossible reflexes, her body twisting and bending in ways that no human should have been able to replicate.
