As the layers of the magic circle hummed with power, the crackling energy grew louder, echoing through the arena.
Even worse, the runes were spinning, and no one could understand what was written on them, making it nearly impossible to counter.
The sages noticed this and were confused as well.
Some of them even wondered if he was using an ancient language.
"Could it be... dragon language?" one murmured under his breath.
The idea sent a ripple of unease through the group. Dragon language was a lost art.
But the expert among them, a woman known for her vast knowledge of forgotten tongues, shook her head firmly.
"No," she said, her voice steady. "This is not dragon language. It's different. "
The other sages let out a collective sigh of relief, though it was quickly followed by a deep sense of uncertainty.
If it wasn't dragon language, what could it be?
