Jason hovered above the burning ruins, power radiating from him in relentless waves. The remaining dark mages scrambled below, hurling desperate spells toward the sky, but every attack dissolved before it could reach him. Fire, curses, and condensed mana shattered against the invisible pressure surrounding his body, unable to even graze him. Reinforcements were already approaching, and Jason could feel their signatures growing clearer with every passing second. This battle was only the beginning, and if they wanted to send an army after him, then he would make sure that army understood exactly what awaited them.
He reached inward, drawing upon the one of the ability the Marrow had awakened during his introduction to the new worlds.
Realm Echo.
Taking a slow breath, Jason extended his will across the battlefield.
Reality rippled.
