Another stone launched from the distance.
He slowed it out of habit, threads spreading through the air, wrapping around the spinning mass. It dragged, slowed, then hovered.
The explosion never came.
And that was the interesting part.
Intent Weave didn't physically touch the stone. It structured space around it. The threads weren't solid. They interfered with movement and pressure flow.
But what he was creating wasn't impact.
It was controlled suppression.
He didn't know the exact reason it worked that way.
He didn't need to.
He was going to exploit it.
He let the stone crumble and began moving his hands slowly through the air.
Threads formed.
Thin at first.
Then thicker.
Not randomly. Not wildly.
Deliberate.
The explorers behind him noticed.
Ryn frowned. "What's he doing now?"
The captain barked another order to the frontline, then glanced at Arthur. His eyes narrowed.
Arthur wasn't just intercepting anymore.
He was weaving.
