Dozens of [Magic Missiles] flashed through the twilight sky like falling stars.
Each one left behind a blue trail of light as it carved through the air, relentlessly honing in on Wagner's fleeting figure from every direction.
Wagner moved without pause. He was an undead being, so he never tired. But this was a new body he was inhabiting, and he hadn't achieved full control over it yet. So he was quite miserable.
He darted across the battlefield, weaving between crumbling ruins and ancient trees as the barrage pursued him with terrifying precision.
One of the [Magic Missiles] slammed into the ground beside him, and the earth erupted, sending rock and soil flying in every direction. Another crashed through a cluster of ancient ruins, reducing centuries-old stonework to rubble in an instant. A third tore through a massive tree, uprooting it completely.
