A colourful array of deadly spells flew from Al Dherjza’s battlements, a sort of counter-bombardment strategy targeting both enemies in the air and Lucina’s own bombardiers on the ground.
Reminiscent of fireworks might against a night sky, all sorts of magical effects were on display. Some spells manifested the forces of nature at the caster’s will: fireballs, lightning bolts, poisonous gases, tornadoes, fissures, and bursts of hot magma from deep beneath the earth. Other spells summoned creatures to attack on the summoners’ behalf: swarms of ravenous winged creatures like bats, birds, beetles and bees, as well as summoned spirits of ancient, tentacled, shadowy horrors that melted the mind and drove terror into the hearts of even the most hardened.
In short, if it could be imagined, it would be weaponised. That was the only rule a skilled mage had to follow.
Charlie was among the mages on the battlements, assisting their efforts with his unique skills. He had the ability to produce vast amounts of energy, with minimal downtime. The form of the energy generated depended on his wishes.
At first, he could only produce electricity from his hands. But as his mastery grew, he could finely apply the energy from throughout his body, empowering it and maximising muscle and regenerative function.
Later, he learned to release the energy as heat, then sound.
Most recently, he had gained the ability to transfer energy directly into even the most delicate of objects. Now he could charge electronics and power custom-made magical weapons without the need for magical reagents. As such, Charlie provided the energy to enable a magical arsenal on a scale unseen outside of Tenebria Coronum, striking at Lucina’s forces with both an array of wands and a familiar magical sword made of pure red Bloodstone.
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“Guys, there’s no end to Lucina’s air support. This isn’t just a war of attrition… their numbers are actually growing!” Charlie said worriedly into his bracelet.
He had already lost count of how many jets and bombers he had destroyed with his magical arsenal. The sandy plains before the battlements were littered with smoking wreckage, like a haunted fleet of ghost ships beached on a sandy bar.
Charlie’s preferred weapon at this point was a wand that opened a portal to a fiery hellscape, dropping giant flaming boulders onto his metal foes.
But even he would eventually become overwhelmed if the endless stream of enemies continued to intensify.
“There’s nothing more for it then, Charlie. You’ll need to do what we discussed.” Said the voice of Rolynd.
“Alone?” Charlie asked with an edge of nervousness in his voice.
“Aleister, can you support him?”
“If I have to.” Said Aleister’s voice, cold and flat like a sheet of ice.
“I’m counting on you two then.”
Charlie threw a few wands to the mages beside him on the city’s ramparts. They flinched violently as they saw the wands clatter to the floor, almost as if they expected death to appear before them, personified.
“Hey!!” one of them exclaimed angrily to Charlie.
Normally, one would never throw a wand, as the pieces of wood were usually imbued with great power that was released with the flick of a wrist. The careless action was rather safe when Charlie did it, as he could control the flow of power within the wands with his Bloodstone power.
“You guys have this. I’ll be right back.”
The young Bloodstone drew the Sword of Mars, powered up his enchanted boots, and in a literal flash and boom, he was gone. A tall trail of sand and dust stretched into the distant desert sands, straight towards the Incandestine City from which a persistent stream of aircraft and soldiers came.