With a subtle flick of his fingers, glowing mandalas of arcane power began inscribing themselves around the balcony. Reemush straightened, calling forth invisible strands of elemental forces as his lips started giving shape to the first buzzings of an incantation.
Down below, Drasus could only stare in dumbstruck horror as the battle took a new, even darker turn into planes of mystical warfare few dared even contemplate. He prayed to whatever cruel gods were listening, saying that they had not just unchained an even more terrifying blight upon this realm.
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A flickering aura began manifesting around Jaegar's right hand, quickly coalescing into a smouldering orb of earth-red flame. The young wizard slowly rotated his wrist, studying the eldritch fire with an inscrutable expression as it cast dancing shadows across his chiselled features.
