After a few minutes of intense fighting, every mage and golems present found themselves writhing in pain on the ground.
In Astrid's group, they had already lost five mages, leaving them with only seven mages left.
Alec couldn't help but wonder how the Barrier Mage had managed to survive thus far.
Beside him, Titan's right hand was completely destroyed, but he defiantly held a massive ice shield in his left hand, standing protectively in front of Alec.
His unwavering determination to defend Alec was evident, even at the cost of sacrificing his own hand.
"I hate to admit it, but your little toys seem to be more useful than my team of mages, despite their lower realm," Astrid remarked, gripping a lightning bolt tightly, despite his hand being scalded by its power.
He paid no attention to his injuries, his gaze fixed on the menacing Root that continued to glare at them.
They had exhausted every strategy, but all their attempts had only resulted in failure.