Nymia stood next to Sara on the outer edge of the courtyard opposite Jeremiah as Sara finished drawing a series of symbols into the dirt around the edges of the entire space. She looked over at him and called out, “Alright, so here’s how this works Jeremiah. I will initiate the spell, and for the duration of the fight I need to stay here and keep the symbols charged with my own magic, so I will be able to help you. Nymia won’t be able to either as anyone crossing the boundary of these symbols breaks the spell and ends it prematurely.”
As she explained Jeremiah listened intently, trying to stretch out a little, knowing he was going into this in a suboptimal state having training all day long with Sargon and then suffering through the pain with Nymia’s blood ritual, his body still felt a little raw from all that, but he let her continue, he knew he needed to do this now.