Seraphina stood tall and resolute atop the city walls, her cerulean robes billowing peacefully in the wind, starkly contrasting the chaos unfolding beneath her. The Capatian mages fired spells targeting the Brizian soldiers and mages who rained down spells from the 25 feet tall ramparts, their cloaks flowed like shadows on the battlefield, and the attacks and arrows from both sides drew new holes in the anatomies of each enemy soldier. A symphony of clashing spells and roaring winds filled the air, setting the stage for a battle of epic proportions.
My eyes narrowed as the first wave of Capatian mages drew near. With a fluid motion, I raised my slender arms, and mana enveloped me, swirling like a cyclone of power. "They won't break through my defenses easily," I thought, my heart steady.
