At this moment, the battle sunk into a lull. Balls of Holy Light floated on top of my head, giving this bloody battlefield more of a ritualistic feeling. The Holy Light illuminated my face, making me appear serious and divine.
Yet, I was currently talking about something that made others feel helpless.
"I finally understand why archmages enjoy having a few balls floating on top of their head."
"Because they are easy to attack with? Or to use them as energy storage?"
