"She's not even using incantations!" the other mage yelled. His hands were shaking. His staff was splintered. "She's — wordless! Silent! She's casting nine-circle formations without a single spoken word! That's — that's legendary-class! That's beyond legendary! That's—"
"Inexhaustible," the first mage whispered. "Her mana is inexhaustible. It's not dropping. It's not even flickering. She's maintaining hundreds of active circles and her mana pool isn't diminishing at all—"
The second volley fell.
SHHHHHHHHHH—!! CRACK CRACK CRACK—!!
Another two thousand. The blades found their targets between the gaps of armor, the seams of helmets, the soft tissue of throats and armpits and groins. The soldiers who had raised their shields found the blades passing through the metal. The soldiers who had raised their swords found their arms separated from their shoulders.
"RETREAT! RETREAT TO THE—"
"There's nowhere to retreat to!" someone screamed. "She's ABOVE us! The circles are EVERYWHERE—!"
