Fake mages consumed their mana upon casting a spell, so they had to choose their weapons carefully, or they would waste their strength for nothing.
The Eyes of Menadion spotted several people ahead of the caravan, many of them with a mana core above the orange and a few armed with magical weapons and alchemical tools.
Lith performed a deep scan for cloaking items or unusual life forces, but shared none of his findings with the other magicos.
The attack started the moment the caravan reached a sharp left curve that forced the horses to slow down, exactly as Lith expected. A large tree in front of the caravan fell with a loud noise that covered the sound of flying arrows and bolts of ice.
Lightning wands would produce bright flashes impossible to miss and might set the carriages aflame, destroying their precious cargo.
"Now!" Lith yelled at the top of his lungs the moment the tree started to tilt, his voice reaching far beyond the back of the caravan.
