Patrick stood atop the wooden walls of his small town and watched as the barriers of utter nothingness erased the incoming attacks that most assuredly would have shattered the walls that protected the citizens inside.
Naturally he was not the only one to notice the barriers, his fellow guardsmen looking at them with a mix of relief and fear at the unknown magics that had just saved them.
The bandits too noticed the protection, although their reaction was such simpler than the complex flurry of emotions of the defenders. They simply launched new attacks.
Yet for every attack that was launched a new plain of nothingness appeared before it, seemingly effortlessly erasing the magical attack before it could reach the town defenders or the wall they stood upon.
