Apparently, it became more intense when a few more students were successfully rescued from a couple of floating pods.
Within moments, up to twenty more pods ascended into the light while over thirty were still rising beneath.
Inside the pods, panic flared.
"Break it! Break it open!" one student screamed as their palms glowed with conjured fire.
The flames lashed against the translucent walls only to fizzle out like sparks drowned in water.
Another hurled ice spears from within, shattering against the surface without leaving even a scratch.
A trio of students chanted in unison, combining wind, lightning, and earth into a chaotic storm of raw mana, yet the pod didn't so much as flicker. Their attacks were swallowed whole, leaving them gasping and desperate.
"Why won't it break?!"
Not only were their attacks not powerful enough to cause damage to the pod, the red circle in the sky was also responsible for weakening the use of mana in the surroundings.
