บท 170: The Romanov

A myriad of shield fortifications and reinforcement spells surged forth from the mages, each manifestation distinct yet intertwined in purpose. The very ground seemed to respond as an earthen dome materialized, a sudden bulwark rising from the surroundings to encapsulate Satan. Concurrently, the mages wove intricate spells of reinforcement and hardening, interlocking their magic to fortify the earthen sanctuary. Mana flowed relentlessly, a ceaseless stream channeled into the reinforcing incantations, a concerted effort to bolster the structure.

Boooooooom!!

The detonation reverberated with a deafening roar, flames and unleashed energy ravaging the earthen dome and the ancillary spells that lent it support. The concussive shockwave disrupted the concentration of the mages, who found themselves reeling from the abrupt rupture. Some clutched their heads in torment, while others gripped their hands, the very conduits of their spellcasting, contorted in anguish.