Mana stones formed a tiny hill in one of the rooms of the city hall. Standing next to the stones was Elder Calanye, chanting words even Faeranduhl could not understand. As the words left his mouth, the mana stones ignited in a blueish hue. Then one-by-one, the mana stone flared until, almost a thousand, all of them gave off strong yet satisfying air.
At the same time, howls and screams, above the misted forest, came rushing to them.
