Chapter 51: Overclocked Magic
Marcus laughed—a sharp, guttural sound that cut through the still air of the ruined chamber. His eyes burned with grim anticipation as they locked onto the mirror’s blank, bone-white mask. There was no hesitation now. No room for doubt.
He would destroy it—whatever the cost.
"Charge!"
His voice rang out like a commandment, echoing against stone and void alike.
At once, the specters responded. His summoned warriors surged forward without hesitation. The melee trio—spear, axe, and blade—rushed toward the pale figure with unnatural speed, while the two riflemen flanked Marcus on either side, calmly raising their weapons and firing calculated volleys.
The clash was immediate and violent.
Though these summons had once fallen easily to Marcus himself, now, under his command and boosted by his mana, they held their ground with shocking effectiveness.
The spearman lunged with relentless thrusts, forcing the mirror back several feet. Each jab was fast and forceful, pressing it with relentless pressure. The axeman followed, his swings wide and thunderous, powerful enough to make the figure’s arms tremble under the weight of parried blows. Meanwhile, the swordsman darted in and out of range, harassing with quick slashes, keeping the figure constantly on the move, never letting it regain its rhythm.
Beside Marcus, the riflemen provided precise, rhythmic suppressing fire—not meant to kill, but to control. Their shots weren’t careless; they were surgical. Each round supported the melee, forcing the mirror to dodge into exposed angles or preventing it from retreating.
They’re actually pushing it back...?