Streams of disgustingly corrosive liquid made their way through the snow, splitting into multiple branches while encircling the village of the North Talon Tribe, each aiming at a different totem.
And once they got to their destination...
*KHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH*
"What in the...?! SOUND THE ALARM! THE ACID MAGICIAN HAS REBELLED!"
Clouds of thick irritating smoke were unleashed into the air as the mana-blocking curse objects began melting – they were only one-fifth of their way there when the alarm was raised – the biggest surprise was that the soldiers disguised as the tribe members correctly identified the threat without any doubts or confusion.
"They must have been aware that their curses can't last with the acid attribute around."
"So efficient that it's annoying."
Zoemi muttered to Burushi who nodded with a bitter expression.
