59 The groans of the Groaning Marsh
The blood blade hit the already wounded dragon, leaving another long slash on its thick hide before dissipating. Too bad it wasn't powerful enough to sewer the dragon's neck like Cael tried. After a mont of shock, the dragon rose to its feet and crawled forward with its jaws bared in a snarl.
But Cael didn't have the concentration to finish him, or do anything else but to try to keep all his adversaries within his field of view. All his focus was on the spell he was making—it wasn't the easiest one, and Cael didn't have a lot of practice with it before.
A second circle spell, Breath of Winter, ford in Cael's lungs, filling them with icy pinpricks. To think
—only a couple weeks ago, Cael would have trouble gathering enough mana to cast it at all, while now this spell made only a slight dent in his mana pool. He really was a third rank mage now, even if his arsenal of third rank spells was low.
And THOSE really would've depleted his mana pool.
While he read the spell, the dragons swam closer and rose above the water's surface. They circled Cael like wolves, more of groaning calls coming out of their throats as they communicated with each other.
They were searching for an opening for an attack. Waiting… until their patience was over.
But thankfully, so was Cael's spell.
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