The spell hanging over the arena was vast, a large-scale construct that burned through enormous amounts of mana. Typically, a mage would never have the chance to weave such a spell in the middle of a heated fight. At best, one could layer attacks, set up a spell in the background while still fighting on the front lines. But this?
Kayzel had cast several grand-scale spells at once, allowing them to linger, each one brewing power until they reached their peak. Five different elemental cores, five different incarnations, all converging into a storm of destruction.
It was pure elemental force, nothing delicate, nothing subtle. Just overwhelming torrents of mana.
