The crimson bullet shot through the freezing night air spinning with terrifying lethal precision.
As the condensed mana round tore across the gap between the mountain peaks, a suffocating wave of unnatural darkness followed in its wake.
It consumed the silver moonlight, blanketing the jagged rocks in a pitch-black void… The stars vanished and the wind stopped howling.
All Klaus could see was the glowing red trajectory of the bullet heading straight for the center of his forehead.
The distance was closing in a fraction of a heartbeat. With the supersonic speed it was traveling at, the harsh reality settled into his bones: he would not be able to outspeed it as he couldn't dodge.
'Magnetic Field...' Klaus thought with his jaw clenching tight.
He didn't hold anything back.
He expanded his Magnetic Field, pushing the invisible dome outward with as much raw mana as he could manage and the air around him distorted, humming with a high-pitched metallic frequency.
