The instant High Lady Erna gave the word, chaos erupted in the arena as everyone seemed to move at once.
The first group of sorcerers, standing behind Ropati and to his left side snapped off a terse chant in rough, strained voices that overlapped with each other so well that they could be mistaken as a single, dark entity speaking from three throats at once.
"Sacred ash of calamity's throne,
Rise and make this grove our own!"
