The shadowy mist spread around the room and grabbed the Mages with their dark tendrils.
Pandemonium struck out. The Mages all yelled out Spells, defending themselves from the grasps of darkness as well as attacking the Dormant Demon.
Obsidian averted their Offensive Spells like the dancing Demon they believed him to be. In the blackness of the mist that had filled the room, different colors of enchantments sizzled.
As a Mage, one harnessed Spellforce and manifested it in the color of their Wing origin. Only the High Magus was granted the unique color of silver for their Spell manifestation. Occasionally, this silver color would be passed down to their children, depending on their ability to harness Spellforce.
These colors exploded everywhere in the darkness, attempting to strike the Demon but missing continuously.
