The world seemed to be constantly exploding around Lucen. It was deafening. Too many shapes flew across his eyes, he could barely make out his own hand.
His mana sense flared around him. He avoided using [Targeting] to not focus too much on one beast, but even with [Reading] he wasn't sure what to attack.
The ground roared as a great inferno rose some distance from them, and Lucen saw clearly for a moment. His heart dropped.
Kon.
He released his held breath, flung himself at a Bull wolf that had pinned Kon down. His spear glowed with starlight amidst the dizzying colors of war—the furious red flares and magical explosions.
His exhaled breath wrapped around his spear, and then he let go of it.
The spear turned to a brilliant flash of light and raced across the field before biting into the wolf's side. The air popped as the spear shot forward; Lucen was kicked back a little by its force.
