"I don't have the Mana for that!" Breya exclaimed as the Undead Riftwalker fell forward to slam down on its four arms, making the wall even over here tremble slightly.
"You do now! I am going to link with you and supply you with as much Mana as you need. You need to shield us from that thing, so get casting!" I shouted, spinning Breya around and then turning us to face the tiny glowing red light in the distance to the south.
"That light?" Breya asked as she put up her hands.
That light was starting to get bigger and faster, but I was drinking in the magic and pumping Breya with as much as she could safely hold. I didn't have time to try to think of them all, so it was better for someone like a Guardian Angel to do it.
"If you want to survive this, I need you to start casting. Block that light!" I shouted, and suddenly hundreds of magical circles appeared in gold.
