Dozens of auras exploded over the cliffs as enemy soldiers revealed themselves. Fire, sunlight, and a dozen other spells rained down on the Fatesworn, filling the air with the hiss and crackle of mana. Shouts rang out as my soldiers responded, throwing up hasty wards and ducking behind shields.
By the time the first spells detonated atop Fatesworn defenses, I had managed to summon my staff. When the second wave hit, my mana was in the air.
"Shining Aegis!"
The eighth-level dome took shape with a shimmer, and the air abruptly stilled. Light and explosions continued to flare across the sky, but they harmlessly rippled across the golden ward. Projectiles were reflected, striking the cliffs and sending cascading torrents of rubble and bodies tumbling onto the Aegis, piling across the fringes.
Bethiv's shout cut through the tense silence. "Find your ground, and hold it! Check for the wounded, but don't leave the Oracle's light!"
