Having already determined who was responsible for conjuring those pillars, the confessor immediately swivelled his gaze towards the swaying, trembling Zahra. "I don't know how you did that, but I'll make sure you won't do it again!" he roared, and pointed at her.
Six spinning plates of midnight followed him out of the structure of slanted pillars and immediately zoomed towards Zahra. The exhausted desert beauty snarled weakly in defiance, just as she sagged to the floor and fell back again a nearby wall. Mentally exhausted, she could no longer stay upright as the world swam around her.
Yet, she wasn't ready to call it quits. Lifting a trembling hand, she conjured a magic circle to cast her third spell. The first she'd shown off was her ability to put people in an illusion of a black void, simultaneously suppressing sight and omnisense, her second ability was a knife-like projectile which could be both silent and invisible if she wished.
