Steam hissed from the ground as fire met wet clay…
In just a few moments, the air filled with the stench of scorched earth and some alchemical residue.
Still, the Mud Golems kept coming. There were hundreds more.
Their supposed eye at the center was glowing, and it turned out to be one of their two cores as well…
They continued to pour in, but the Arcanum Circle didn't falter.
"Oh winds that coil in fury…
Tempest Spiral!"
A vortex of slicing wind tore through a cluster of golems, flinging chunks of mud against the barricades.
"Oh flame that dances in bloom…
Crimson Petal!"
A burst of fire erupted in a fan-shaped arc, incinerating a dozen more.
Behind the mages, apprentices rotated mana flasks and recovery potions, keeping the casters fueled. They knew this was only the beginning.
Carlo's eyes narrowed as he watched the next wave crest the slope.
It was still manageable.
