...
The continuously collapsing and pressing air felt ten times heavier than the low pressure before a storm.
An intense sensation of suffocation, the gradually dimming light, along with the agony and crisis feeling as if countless Small Knives were simultaneously slicing through the body....
Ronan, looking up, narrowed his eyes towards the stream of light giant hand descending rapidly overhead, his Magic Robe flapping wildly as if it were a tattered flag in the raging winds.
"So this is the might of a Level 1 Magic Domain Resonance... Facing it directly as an opponent is indeed terrifying.."
Ronan muttered under his breath, yet the light in his eyes seemed to grow stronger bit by bit.
"Just right... Under such pressure, the move I conceived might truly be realized..."
Having said that, Ronan took a deep breath.
He closed his eyes, no longer paying any attention to the looming crisis overhead.
