The Elemental Hand's Brutality (Part 3)

Saleen's 11 illusions surrounded the mages' metal flying device; the spaces in-between were packed with warriors.

Zzzzzzz. Pang! The puppets crackled with lightning that made the mages' hair stand on end.

The disk-shaped metal device they were flying in was bedecked with wind-magic arrays etched on the surface. The mages kept working even when shrouded by Saleen's territory.

Meanwhile, the illusions focused their attention on their targets. A mage on the disk was trying to figure out which illusion was the real Saleen. As he extended his mental powers to probe them, blood splattered from their mouths and noses as the mages slumped to the floor.

"You people deserve worse than death," an illusion muttered. While they could do little more than attack, speaking was no problem at all for the illusions.

"This is your fault! You're the one who went looking for Safilos and alerted us!"

A young mage trainer in their midst yelled at Saleen.