With the activation of the Anti-Magic Battlefield, the entire space transformed.
Owen felt the arcanergy within him, which usually moved at his will, vanish as if it had never existed.
A slight panic crept into his heart, but his combat techniques remained orderly and precise.
"Yo, not bad under pressure, huh?" Aegis remarked with a hint of surprise.
"Your arcanergy is disabled, and you don't panic? Most of my opponents become utterly disoriented, like tigers without teeth. Hilarious."
Owen offered no response, fully engrossed in the fierce battle.
He still held his final trump card, the [Prophecy].
With it, he had a chance for a decisive turnaround.
The situation on Finn's side was less favorable.
He, too, felt the unsettling void of disabled arcanergy, akin to being deprived of breath – an intensely uncomfortable, suffocating sensation.
Oliver, observing their troubled expressions, sneered,
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!