Four advanced magic circles materialized around Marcellus, each one glowing with a different elemental hue. Red for fire. Blue for water. Green for wind. Brown for earth. They spun slowly around him, runes burning brighter with each rotation.
He snapped his fingers.
Countless elemental attacks erupted from the circles at once, streaking toward Garius in rapid, relentless succession. Fire lances. Water spears. Wind blades. Earthen spikes. They flew in continuous volleys, each one following the last without pause, hammering into Garius from every direction in a ceaseless barrage.
Garius smirked. He rested both hands on his hips, chest puffed out, standing perfectly still. He took every single hit without moving. Without stumbling. Without flinching. His body absorbed the attacks, the impact scattering sparks and debris around him, but his feet remained planted, his posture unchanged.
"Hmm... Good massage."
He turned, presenting his back to Marcellus, both hands still on his hips.
