Within the control chamber, the mages toiled relentlessly, their every effort dedicated to preserving the defence magic.
"Ma'am! The Défense magic is dwindling, down to 20%! And two out of four circuit connectors are on the verge of critical failure!"
"Darn it!" Rain, an entry stage Supreme Mage in her late thirties with black hair and eyes, cursed in frustration boiled over.
As the one responsible for overseeing the control chamber in dire situations like this, she had to make a decisive call.
"Continue rerouting all available power to the fortress' defence! And initiate... Initiate the shutdown procedure for that. For the time being we don't need it." She ended her words with her gaze fixed on the tower of light.
Unfortunately they were already late. In the power chamber, the four towering pure-grade mana stones continued to emanate a simmering energy.
