Chapter 971: Suppressed
Kitsara sucked in a sharp breath and adjusted her grip on her poisoned daggers. Blossom’s tail stopped twitching as she inhaled, centered herself, and lowered her stance. Feng gritted her teeth, reminding herself she wasn’t going to allow herself to be a useless mumbling mess while her friends fought in front of her eyes. From one moment to the next, her panic alchemized into a jittery kind of resolve as determination exploded through her veins.
They had him here with them. The walking, talking anomaly of the universe. And he wasn’t afraid.
Quinlan’s eyes locked onto Sareth’s. His stance didn’t falter, though every muscle in his body burned from the force of that one exchange.
He gritted his teeth, raising two fingers to cast.
"[Warp Gate]!"
Nothing.
His mana twisted. Sluggish. Slipping.
The incantation failed. Raw arcane resistance pressed against his soul.
Even forming the spell matrix felt like trying to paint through mud. Threads of mana resisted him, splintering off-course. Sareth didn’t even move this time around. She didn’t need to.
Casting anything near her was like threading a needle in a hurricane.
But he didn’t stop.
Quinlan’s jaw clenched. His elemental eyes flared brighter, digging deep. Deeper. Past muscle. Past mana. Into what he was.