Dust hung thick in the battlefield air, carrying the scent of scorched sand mixed with the pungent odor of decaying corpses.
The thunderous footsteps of countless enemies echoed as they charged toward Rishi and his team.
But Rishi wasn't one to stand idle. His hands moved at a blinding speed, leaving a blur behind.
His shadow trembled, then began to glow with a violet hue, rising to form a towering figure over ten feet tall behind him, as if a spectral giant stood in his place.
The shadow mirrored Rishi's movements, and soon, an immense magic circle materialized around him and his companions.
The circle, spanning nearly ten feet in diameter, shimmered at its edges as smaller magic circles began to appear along its borders, each glowing purple with a strange rotating hexagram at its center, as though alive.
Runes in ancient script surrounded the central circle, forming an intricate design that looked like an otherworldly floor mural.
