So the effect of the bone spear was quite… disappointing.
Instead of the satisfying surge he remembered, bone rising like a forest of white knives, shredding everything in a circle, he got a strained, partial answer. A spell forced through a body that didn't have the reserves to support it.
Only a few dozen rose up, pinning, piercing, and killing a few Orcs.
A handful of red bodies jerked as spikes punched up through their feet and calves, one got skewered through the thigh and screamed until Ludwig cut his throat, another took a bone spear through the belly and folded around it like wet cloth. It helped. It wasn't nothing. But it wasn't the kind of field-clearing brutality Ludwig wanted, and the difference stung.
The mana drain became critical, and Ludwig realized that if he forced it some more, the headaches of being tapped out of mana would drop him.
