361 Damn

Seraphin felt a massive amount of pain as his form was slammed headfirst against the unmoving ground with tremendous force.

The force of the slam momentarily disoriented him as his face became cloudy and unfocused.

However, due to the hours and hours of intense training, Seraphin had developed multiple instinctual reactions depending on the situation. In his confused state, one of them immediately activated.

Mana surged from Seraphin's form, instantly siphoning into the radiant armor he was currently donned in.

In the next instance, the armor erupted in a blinding radiance. The intricate lines etched on the armor ignited with fluid grace, tracing across its surface in a mesmerizing dance of luminosity.

They converged into a ball-shaped energy, pulsating with unbridled power at the center of the chest part of the armor, casting a brilliant glow that seemed to illuminate the entire hallway.