Damian jolted out of his stupor, seeing the enormous fist closing in with each passing second. There was no time to weave any new spells — but Damian didn't have to; his flesh itself was a weapon now. Damian instinctively powered on one of the five runic circles inscribed on his body. The golden shield materialized in seconds out of thin air, but to Damian's eyes, it looked agonizingly slow compared to the enormous incoming fist.
Damian shot through the air, reaching the middle of the high ice wall inside the narrow valley where the punch was aimed. He severed all his mana threads from the "Mana Disperse System" and channeled a thick stream of liquid mana circling around him in a wave directly from his back, into his body, powering the golden shield more and more.
