"Well..." Davey muttered, realizing that this was a prime example of a miscalculation on his part. The sight of an area spanning hundreds of meters vanishing completely aligned perfectly with Davey's original intention.

His adversary remained an enigma, displaying an unwavering resilience even against the formidable 9th Circle magic. It was evident that if the entity managed to draw closer, its power would only amplify.

Davey comprehended the urgency of incapacitating it before it could make any further advances. However, he faced a pressing constraint of time, making it impossible for him to gather enough strength for a decisive strike with his current abilities.

It became abundantly clear that a mere ordinary attack would fall short. Davey had no choice but to resort to the forbidden arts as his sole option.

However, a nagging sensation of going too far lingered within him, even considering the desperate nature of his original plan. The employment of transcendent dark magic surpassed his initial expectations, as it was a power that defied comprehension, no matter how proficient he was in magic.

This particular transcendent dark magic was crafted with precision, meant exclusively...