Rising from the ground, the sea of undead soldiers parted, pillars of condensed earth rising and moulding into the shape a singular structure, an immense mass of solid earth turned to stone, upon its high peak, a hollow circle stood, earthen mana gathered upon its center, casting an ungodly amount of spikes, like a rain of arrow shot by an army of infinite numbers, the countless spells shot out in the form of a spiral, striking against the barrier, exploding into shrapnel of mud, trying to seep in between the cracks.
Upon this circle spanning dozens of meters in width, two figures were standing in await, one in robes, one in heavy armour, rocky staff in hand, longsword resting upon the shoulder, a shine of brownish and metal grey flames nestling within empty sockets.
