The masked warriors were utterly immovable. Their massive, concentrated energy allowed them to block every single attack that came their way. Even the immense giant plant that Raze's spells had erected, a solid mass of magical wood and vine, swung towards them, only to hit the yellow-colored energy as if it were an unyielding, physical barrier. Nothing could get through.
On top of the terrifying display of defense, Raze noticed that the magical energy was starting to dwindle rapidly from the crystals he had installed. He saw this not as a defeat, but as a confirmation of his suspicions.
I knew this couldn't be all they had, Raze thought, watching the unmoving shields. There had to have been a stronger force waiting in the wings.
He had considered supplementing the Magic Circles with his own considerable mana, keeping the attack flowing indefinitely, but that would now be a reckless waste of energy, since the masked forces could block literally anything he threw at them.
