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An explosive arrow detonated right at the spell construct, a smaller and farther explosion consumed the acid cloud. Either running its course or hastened by the attack, the tesseract had shrunken into the size of bean before sizzling out of existence as the lightshow faded. That's one threat settled. Another one to go... probably.

[b][color=#778da9]"Oh no you dont."[/color][/b]

The garret collapsed from the architechtural abuse, something that Asevor did not miss. Waving his hands like a conductor, a blindingly bright pinprick of light fell from the sky over first Violet, then Petra, Solomon, and finally August's exposed figure. Those pinpricks abruptly expanded, a massive beam of scorchingly concentrated sunlight burning through the four undead.

[b][color=#778da9]"What the- NO!"[/color][/b]

Then dark cloud materialized in the sky, to Asevor's dismay. Glancing at the sinking box, knowing that it would hold for some time, an ugly rictus formed on his visage as he dove straight toward the dancing bear. Chounan, Reinhold, and Veronica attempted to shoot him out of the sky while Yvonne in particular decided to toss Ragnar's rusty axe to the old man. All projectiles missed, veering off-course from some enchanted item though the heavy axe was noticeably less affected than the arrows. Explosions bloomed where the enchanted arrows ended up, one high at midair and another at the stone wall surrounding the fort.

[b][color=#778da9]"Bastards, out of my way! Judgment!"[/color][/b]

A fluidly forming shape materialized on the old man's palm, before turning into a massive beam of raw arcane might that he swept through the opposition. Veronica dragged Chounan out of the way, as if predicting the beam's path before it was fired as the blast narrowly missed and moved on toward the next. Reinhold and Yvonne wasn't so lucky to take the brunt of it, their streams of expletive cuts off by the scorching force.

Another tesseract were forming in Asevor's hand, his open spellbook floating exactly twelve inches from his face despite the rapid movement. Sweat dripped down his brows, off the disheveled hair that was so finely combed just an hour ago, as fat beads of rainwater and hailstone started falling from the sky.