The crackle of a bonfire rang amidst the ominous chirping of insects, forming a discordant melody in a lone section of the forest.
Meilyr looked up as the strands of daylight slowly ebbed, leaving the night's watch to the pitch-black moon and its serene glimmer.
His Mana danced in and out of a misshapen dome he had created, encircling the position of his shoddy group—Lady Tsuji and Ando on one side and Sept, Vivi, and Emil on the other. Gal-Enshu gloomily took care of the fire, his head slumped.
"This is amazing," Sept said, joining his corner. "I've never seen such manner of Mana control. This isn't quite a Theurgic Field nor even barrier magecraft, but it's impressive nonetheless."
Meilyr listlessly nodded. "I figured leaving us wide open could be trouble. I can detect anything that touches these ethereal coils, so it should work effectively as an alarm."
