Lukas didn't stop.
The [Smites] kept coming down, each pillar landing before the light of the previous one had fully faded.
The desert around the Turtle was lit in a constant shade of gold. The sound of it was loud, rolling out across the open sand in every direction.
The Turtle responded the only way it could.
Its exposed skin, the thick, leathery patches on its legs and neck, withdrew into the shell, pulling inwards as if the body itself was trying to shrink away from the holy rain descending on it.
The legs tucked in, the head disappeared, and the shell sealed itself as completely as it could manage.
Lukas chuckled and kept casting.
"That won't be enough to save you, Turtle."
He could feel his mana dropping with each activation, but the rate wasn't alarming. He had enough mana to sustain this for long enough to achieve his goals and more. If there was someone giving out first, it definitely wouldn't be him.
He just needed to keep going.
Then it happened.
