Mana Drain
The brilliance of the morning sun was slowly losing its golden hue, replaced by a pale yellow devoid of the nutritious vitamin D. Its warmth was gradually being replaced by an increasing heat that, while not unbearable, was uncomfortable to whoever it hit.
Nine individuals stood in a yellow field, the grasses slightly glittering under the brilliance of the sun, basking in its heat.
The individuals in the field had no time to relish the increasing heat of the sun, their minds preoccupied with the predicament at hand.
No one moved—eight surrounding one—yet no one acted, seemingly wary of the individual in the middle as his body oozed a divine light. To the eyes of the three white-robed mages present, this was a feature that could only belong to gods or divine creatures, explaining their wariness.