Brutes
Alaric dragged himself up, his legs trembling at his near death.
"You okay?" Belialthorn called even as he gently held his left hand, this trial was beginning to make him angry with the way their mana was restricted.
"Yes," He took another fat sword out of his storage space, and with a mighty leap he was gone, his words echoing. "I'll thank you on the other side!"
Belialthorn managed a small smile then hung his left hand at the neck of his robe and snatched his sword from the floor. The pillars are only leg high now and monsters flapped their wings in anticipation. "Well then, I should get going myself."
Silver stone was like firewood and fire. The more you burn, the more fire you create but you also use a lot of wood.
Right now, Belialthorn burned half the mana in silver stone and his body shook with the cold strength that filled him, it pushed his pain to a dull disturbance at the back of his head.