The robed figures moved in eerie unison. Their arms rising as one. The chamber pulsed with strange Mana, then the attack erupted again.
Each of them launched a volley of fist-sized violet fireballs. The air shimmering with their magical heat as dozens fly across the chamber like comets.
The barrage was relentless. The flames crashing into the stone floor and walls with sharp detonations but fortunately not too much radius was covered. Debris flew and smoke surged.
Rama ducked and weaved while feeling the heat scrape past his skin. He didn't counter or slash to destroy the fireballs. He only moved swift and precise to conserve his strength. His mind focused on one thing.
He don't need to waste energy. Just need to find the source. Even when he killed them they will certainly be rising again.
Shoji also moved between bursts of fire. His eyes narrowing with every dodge. The Mana in his arms buzzed like electricity begging to be unleashed but he held it back.
