motion, its wings cleaved the air with thunderous force, descending from its perch. T

act. Constructing barriers of pristine golden light, shielding her

sed through the Fiend's

peak - the scar on i

r.... and it couldn't speak. Yet somehow, it could make every other sound with unstifled clarity.... Needles

rward, Her twin blades - which weren't as rare - sang as they met its scales. Sparks fle

lently, intrigued despite its rage. 'Quite th

called him - inscribing glowing Glyphs into the air with fluid precision, each one pulsi

assor, a Mage. Their culture and

, but because of the energy he carried - a quiet, contemplative intensity that drew attention, much like his magic

ng untucked over fitted trousers that ended mid-calf. The pants were made of durable fabric, one could tell. Somewhere between travel-worn and refined - practical for a mage who balanced scholarly pursuits with the dangers of combat. Strapped slanted around his waist was a leather b

what is it he

h a mental command, it summoned a bolt of lightni

seemed to carry a resonant frequency, but could never be understood - Tendrils of pure Mana erupted from the ground, vines and hoo

kle, then once more, almost resembling the shape of a diamond sigil. The nestling gap which would close it in on itself cradled a tiny sphere of translucent crystal that pulsed with Ma

waiting to be Polished and utilised. His other trinkets; a single brass key dangling from his neck and an ornate brooch clasping his cloak, the brooch was one intricately carve

already set up tricks and casts the next Spell so quickly.' Th

g shallow trenches as it shifted its weight. Sparks arced across

h human to focus on, it had initially settled on the idea of studying the human wh

d laugh no

ntion to himself', with a short pause, surveying the surrounding spa

f deceit the beast could neither fully understand nor entirely ignore unfolded in cadence. Each strike

front. Maybe that would lead them to

pitched whine preceding the formation of

ating her staff, while coalescing Ligh

ut - the Drake would win that instantly.... This was why Emaila's beam split into 5 smaller b

the concussive blasts disorienting the beast

uisa

se - until the bolts curved mid-flight, striking true. They were too fast to be tagged by

he team's

Tier-2 Fiend, they carried enough force to kill lesser beings out

. Caged. The hu

f a toll on them than it had him. A testa

he Glyphs forming before him, he could anticipate their result. Its effect hadn't regi

of Lightning. 'These four have too much spirit left i

ation creeping into its mind. Its gaze

ur.

nd too