"Walls! Put up walls now!" Owen yelled, his voice cracking as strings of fear and anxiety leaked into his confidence.
The earth mages, out of breath and almost out of mana canceled their spells and made two big barriers. The wind mages also stopped casting, gathering their mana for when the dark mage came around either side or over the wall.
They were caught off guard as a dark hand plowed through the wall, as if it was made out of mud instead of solid dirt and stone.
The mages didn't have time to react as three shadow knives were hurled at the fire mages who were in the back.
Small cuts were made on their limbs before the knives dissolved, causing them to grunt in pain but not enough to make them lose concentration on their spells. None of them noticed the inky, dark residue around their cuts.
Not a second later, Owen's ears were filled with cries of agony. Sweat rolled down his face as he slowly turned his head, gasping at his teammates' injuries.
