Lukas lay flat and waited, counting the seconds under his breath.
The Turtle grew closer and closer as the wave of disturbed sand rolled towards him, the enormous outline of the shell growing more distinct with each passing second.
Spikes continued to launch from its surface at intervals, blurring through the air towards him. His reflexes saved him each time, rolling or pressing flat to avoid them.
The moment the distance felt right, he slammed his palm into the sand and activated [Bone Wall].
The mana left him in a rush so large it felt physical, like pressure releasing through his arm and into the ground all at once. His reserves dropped sharply and the sand erupted.
Bones tore themselves free from whatever lay beneath the desert floor and fused together as they rose, locking into a solid barrier that stretched wide in both directions, climbing to a height that blocked the Turtle's line of sight entirely.
