The monstrous horde slowed, their rapid advance grinding to a near halt as Adrius' powerful spell took hold. From his vantage point high in the sky Adrius watched as the creatures now moved sluggishly.
The smaller beasts now struggled as though wading through an unseen mire. Their yellow eyes, which had once glowed with murderous intent now flickered with frustration as their prey seemed to drift just beyond their reach.
Adrius could feel the strain of the spell beginning to wear on him. There's just too many of them.
Sweat started to bead on his forehead, even though he tried to maintain a calm face. He could feel the power surging through the Starsteel staff, its golden light still blazing. Thankfully, he got this staff.
But Adrius knew better than anyone. The longer he held the spell the more it will eventually drained him, and he could already sense the vast reserves of his Magic slowly dwindling.