He closed his fist.
Wind and lightning coiled together in his palm, compressing until the air itself distorted, a miniature storm held barely in check. Sparks crawled up his arm as his system flickered faintly before his eyes.
[Wind Compression: Tier IV]
[Current Capacity: 74%]
[Stabilize? Y/N]
He didn't answer. He simply moved.
With a flicker of motion, Merlin disappeared, the world bending around him as space warped, dragging him across the battlefield in a blur. He appeared above the wraith, golden eyes burning.
"Move!" he shouted, and the others scattered instantly.
He threw the sphere downward.
The explosion wasn't light, it was sound.
A sharp, implosive crack that ripped through the courtyard as the compressed air ruptured, followed by a thunderclap of lightning and displaced mana that flattened the grass for fifty meters in every direction.
When the dust cleared, the wraith was gone.
