The principal shot through the air like a missile, effortlessly breaking the sound barrier, causing the air to explode multiple times. When Alric was just 500 meters away from the ship, the high lich made a soft horizontal motion with its scepter again.
Hundreds of magic circles in a putrid black color appeared simultaneously high in the sky. From them, hundreds of maddening screeching sounds attacked straight at the principal. Recognizing the type of attack it was, Alric was also ready for it.
Threads of light formed around him, condensing and compressing into countless 1-foot-long needles of pure white light stacked all around him in a spherical shape, just as the sounds of hundreds of deathly cries were about to slam onto him, intending to damage his very spirit. The millions of tiny needles of light exploded outward, breaking all the waves of sound, and breaking the effect of that spiritual magic attack as well, most of it.
