Fight over the cores.

When all the rank 6 and above mages rushed at them, the drakes stopped hesitating. They did not care about their instincts screaming at them not to go near the black cat.

The only thing in their mind now was that these humans were attacking them, and they had to show them their place.

*Hrrwrr*

The drakes growled, intimidating the lower rank mercenaries before both of them jumped in the opposite direction, running towards the mages who also rushed towards them.

The first one to ready their spell was Clive. Since he had wasted no time contemplating on what to do, he was already at a safe distance from the group.

"The spirits of fire grant me thy blessings..." Clive chanted while running. He had raised his hand, channelling all the mana from his hand to create fire.