Chapter 40: Elias Hawthorne
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Goliath's Fist was a devastating spell, one that channeled the very essence of the earth into a single, monumental blow.

Lancelot's fist, surrounded by a massive construct of rock and earth, aimed directly at Barnabus.

The construct was enormous, dwarfing both combatants, and it radiated an overwhelming power, with veins of glowing bloodstone pulsing through the rock, adding an extra layer of lethal potency.

Barnabus's eyes widened slightly, a flicker of surprise crossing his face as he saw the magnitude of the attack.

He raised his own hand, dark energy swirling around it, preparing to counter the blow.

The two forces collided with a thunderous impact.

The ground shook violently, and a shockwave rippled outwards, flattening everything in its path.

For a moment, it seemed as if the very air would shatter from the force of their clash.

he ground quaked as the ripples of mana hung in the air, shimmering like heat waves. The intensity of the clash had left the air charged with energy.

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