Grey took in a deep breath and then released a long, controlled exhale. His light element was already working hard beneath his skin, steadily burning away the restrictive effects of the array formation that tried to lock down his essence circulation. He cracked his neck once from side to side, eyes cold and focused as he studied the still-shrinking golden barrier that surrounded the three of them.
The two Necromancers felt a brief, inexplicable chill when they met that gaze.
'He's already injured. How can he still give off this kind of pressure?'
The array master frowned internally as he sensed the subtle but clear change in Grey's aura. The barrier had already contracted to roughly three hundred square meters, barely half the size it had been when it first formed. The available space was growing tighter by the second, and every meter lost made the fight more dangerous for all of them.
