Dominic's eyes narrowed for the first time, pulling more blood from the ground, from nearby corpses, and even briefly drawing from the ring above, forming a dense rotating wall meant to meet the arcs head on.
The two forces collided with a heavy impact that shook broken rubble and made nearby fighters stumble, and for a moment it became a standoff, not because either side lacked power, but because both were forcing their will forward at the same time.
Gabriel pushed mana through his greatsword, his muscles tensing, his jaw clenched, and his expression remained disturbingly focused, as if he had narrowed his world down to a single problem that needed to be solved.
Dominic fed more blood into his defence, his hands trembling slightly from the strain, and the blood ring above pulsed unevenly, flickering in a way that told everyone watching that the storm was not as stable as it looked.
He was being forced to choose between holding the ring and holding the wall.
