Mana Furnace.
The screeching of the bat-like creatures filled the air, drowning out all other sounds as the chaotic battle erupted around them.
Cain felt the pressure of their attack like a weight on his chest, but the grin never left his face.
This was the thrill he had grown accustomed to— the thrill of combat, the vigor of holding the arcane might, power coursing through his veins, and of the stakes that always seemed to rise just a little higher everytime he shed his blood and that of his enemies.
With a flick of his wrist, Cain summoned his {Flame Orbs}. The tiny, flickering spheres of crimson fire materialized around him, their heat palpable even amidst the cold darkness. They hovered like obedient sentinels, waiting for his command.
Gloria, still shaking off the disorientation, watched as the orbs took shape. Her eyes widened.
"What are those?!"