Chapter 96: Conditional Absolute

But Phel saw that the other dozen defensive spells were still standing strong. Arza only managed to shatter through 15 of them, but seemed like he was stuck on the 16th one. His fist was bleeding from the knuckles and a faint pink smoke was swaying from the wound. It looked basically the same as how he looked like when he had his fist stuck between the pseudo-metal that the Tenarak user first created.

Phel felt disappointed by the fact that Arza wasn't able to penetrate the defenses, but a part of him was also glad, since it meant that Arza's dash was not unstoppable. He wondered what would happen next, now that Arza's momentum was stalled, but then Arza picked up a small stone from the ground and threw it at his designated target.