As Colin began Casting, he spoke to Dorn in his mind, 'Dorn, the Shaman among those Orcs is likely an expert assassin. You need to stay hidden and make sure that bastard doesn't take me or Ale out.'
'Hmph. You two just focus on squawking and casting your spells. You have nothing to worry about.'
'And you just keep throwing those daggers with your stubby little hands.'
As he shot back the retort, Colin glanced to the side. Dorn, who had been standing right next to him, had vanished without a trace.
'How in the world does he just vanish right from under your nose...?'
As he thought this, Colin began his Spellcasting.
His Spellbook flew open, and a silvery-gray Magic Radiance bloomed between the pages.
But in that very instant, a curtain of blackness descended from above, shrouding their vision as if someone had draped a dark cloth over their heads.
His spell, halfway through its Casting, was interrupted by the loss of a visual target.
