The night air was filled with the rippling tension of a growing tide of mana and magic.
Wands and Staff stretched across the expanse of the sky. Rain falling haphazardly with the intensity of its flow.
Mana surged, palpable and evident. Filling the air with a rhythmic crack.
Mana, unlike Aura, was always considered to be a volatile form of energy. As one was used within the body and the other used outside of it.
Knowing this, its explosive nature and strong wavelengths that disperse space in bits to large amounts were all properties of a battlefield.
Especially one for Mages.
Time ticked in slow motion. Bodies tensed. Muscles gripped and soon, the strong current of wind that had formed a cyclone over the Lecture Theaters had begun to come to a slow stop.
Little by little. Form by form. The energy dispersed.
And with it, free will of the Robed figures was returned. Once again returned to them.
Roland had observed enough by now.
