Reidar lowered his wand, and the order snapped through the mental link between him and his summons with the force of a whip crack.
"Stand down," he said.
The sprites froze, and their elemental projectiles dissipated. The summons calmed and turned toward him.
A cold smirk curled Silas's voice in his mind. "Ah. You've realized your mistake."
The Archdeacon hadn't raised the barrier just to protect himself; he had raised it to harvest. Every fireball and every lightning bolt had been stripped of their destructive power and dispersed by the barrier, only for their mana to be absorbed by the magic circle.
