Ariadne summoned spirits. Her maximum was five.
The five spirits formed a protective formation around the defenseless Gerhard.
It was the only barrier against the wave-like Seide swarm.
"Huff, huff... I can do it. I can do it."
Though weaker compared to the Barka, the Seides were still formal Spirit Creatures.
In contrast, Ariadne had to hold her position. She had to abandon the elven advantage of agility and push herself beyond her usual limits.
"No, I don't think I can. I'm going to die at this rate."
Her magical power was rapidly depleting. So was her stamina.
Ariadne extended her staff forward and chanted a spell. A small tornado swallowed up more than a dozen Seides in one breath.
"Magical power...!"
But due to depleted magical power, the effectiveness weakened, and there was a creature that tore through the fragile wind and thrust in its maw.
Ariadne swung her staff without realizing it.
