Asura's body leaned against the damaged rampart wall, his face covered in sweat. Because of the sheer difference in number, he could not leave the walls to fight with his body and was forced to use magic to support his army.
"Haa....haa...."
'So much for Animus and my devouring monolith making me able to cast unlimited spells...'
A tingling sensation crept into Asura's right arm, a small prick at first. But after countless spells, it had grown into a numbing, discoloured mass below his elbow, a sign of the toll his magic was taking on his body.
"Ignis... Lucia, can you take over...?" His breath was ragged, but the entire army was in a dire state. Gaius, with deep gashes across his chest, was now fighting with a smaller weapon, while exhaustion and fatigue were etched on the faces of the rest, including Lucia, who was only fighting with a single shadow clone.
