More of the Khaazim kept coming in their hundreds and died in the hundreds. I could see their eyes darting about in search of whatever was killing them, and my threads were invisible, since I had cloaked them with Lightning Edict, so the only thing they saw was my glowing form standing in the air above.
I stopped paying attention to them before the first thousand was dead. They had no way to reach me at this distance, and their bodies were not durable enough to tear through my threads. They were no threat. With that in mind, I went back to writing Scripts.
As I wove my spell, I gained inspiration and a deeper understanding of my own magic. I shut off everything but the essence notifications so I would not be distracted while I worked.
