"Form… already!" he shouted.
His brain throbbed painfully. Despite that, he didn't stop.
At the same time, he focused on Petrick, mostly on the road beneath him.
Some mana traveled through his legs toward Petrick, then formed a small patch of ice beneath him. This was much easier for Noah compared to conjuring a new spell, and it was done much faster.
Meanwhile, the structure of the magic circle was still difficult to maintain. It had been wrong from the beginning.
The magic circle had formed, but it was incorrect.
As a result, the mana flow collided inside the circle. The patterns broke. The pathways shattered. And the magic circle collapsed.
But Noah didn't stop supplying it with mana.
CRACK!
The circle exploded in a burst of mana.
The backlash traveled directly into Noah's hand. The mana veins in his left arm twisted violently, and a sharp cracking sound echoed as tiny fractures formed in his bones and veins.
