The bright radiance continued. The white light exploded from the Elder Rune array and turned into a glittering white mist. It entered every nook and cranny of the city; no matter how high or how low, none were spared.
Clank!
Thud!
The aftermath was immediate. Sylvester looked around and noticed the lack of raging voices from the soldiers who had recently swung their swords and spears at them. The bombardment from the wizards had also fallen silent—engulfing the entire city in an eerie stillness.
The mist took some time to disperse as it ran its course. The sparks it made were beautiful to one's eye but also held a certain sedative that could calm the nerves of its victims, making them easier to manipulate mentally for a short while.
