The air felt heavy.
Not the pressure kind of way caused by a suppression from mana or aura but something different.
Much more natural than the other.
This carried weight. Enough for it to be felt easily, but not so much that it suffocated them in its presence.
It simply hovered.
It existed, not as a warning nor a showcase of dominance, but as a reminder of their predicament.
Mana was gone.
The escalation of the explosion from outside was unknown to them. It left them clueless about the cause of their current situation, but real fighters knew how to adapt to changes.
Difficult or easy, they ride the tide. Pull up plans and contingencies for every flick of an action that could go horribly wrong.
Expected. Unexpected and any other.
It was natural to be prepared for anything, especially during conflict.
Mages. Warriors. Knights. They all carry the weight of their actions.
The consequence of failing to make due with the atmosphere around them– Death.
