Yet instead of using the World Maw spell to stall for time and further tilt the scales of the battle in the Fylgja's favor, the Guardian focused his mind and the spell in a single point, compressing World Maw to the extreme.
The Guardian Tier Spell turned into a swirling multi-colored bolt of energy that engulfed Chaos Dimension. The pressure it exerted was so great that it bent the dimensional distortion, compromising its structural integrity.
"Cunning son of a bitch!" Tezka could have withstood the blast by shrinking Chaos Dimension and condensing it around his body, but that would have meant leaving Vastor completely exposed.
He was forced to choose between letting both of them be severely injured or saving himself and losing his ally. No matter what he did, Roghar would escape the entrapment and face a weakened enemy.
It was the reason Tezka created a third option.
He kept Chaos Dimension's size but altered its structure, forming a dimensional passage in the straight line connecting him to the Master. Tezka took on and dispersed most of the World Maw and Warped away only the section that would have actually hit him.
From Roghar's perspective, his strategy was a resounding success. Only people observing the fight from a distance like Xenagrosh and the other Jiera Guardians realized its failure.
If watched from above, the World Maw looked split right in the middle like a sea of multi-colored flames A Warp Steps hidden behind several layers of Chaos
Dimension warped away a section of World Maw without a single speck of energy reaching either Tezka or the Master.
Roghar kept the spell active for several seconds, draining Tezka's focus and mana. The Fenrir was a Guardian and even with Mana Body still active his wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye and his mana core endlessly drew upon the world energy.
When Roghar dispelled the World Maw, his body was back to its peak condition whereas the Suncater was a panting mess.
"Too bad you brought that human with you, Tezka the Suncater." The Fenrir sighed as he unleashed his Guardian Tier Spirit Spell, Searing Destruction. "If you didn't have to protect that weakling, you might have forced me to take out my weapon like you did with Salaark.
"The ending, however, would have been no different from your match with her. You would have just delayed the inevitable for a bit."
The Fenrir emitted an emerald sphere from his forefinger that reached Chaos Dimension and tore it to shreds. Spirit Magic used no world energy and was comprised solely of the caster's mana.
Chaos Dimension had no effect on Searing Destruction except for altering his gravity and curvature but Roghar could correct both with his willpower and infuse more mana in it by the second.
As Scaring Destruction pierced through, Tezka and his spell were pushed back, digging a several meters-deep furrow in the ground.
"I know that compared to a Guardian I'm weak." Vastor replied while raising his Grimbark staff and conjuring the spells he had stored within. "But so what? Compared to who I was just a few years back, I'm a demigod.
"Laugh at me all you want. You've reached the peak of your strength while I'm still exploring mine!" A seven-pointed array resembling the Big Dipper appeared in front of him, releasing Silverwing's Annihilation.
Unlike Vastor's version of the spell, the original was comprised of all seven elements, including Spirit Magic. It was something that usually required seven bright violet-cored Awakened or one white core to conjure.
Vastor's mana core was unable to produce so much power alone and his black core couldn't produce both the light and the Spirit elements. It would have been an
impossible feat if not for Grimbark and the Skull of Bytra.
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