From afar, it was hard to tell which side had the upper hand. The light show of spells was quite dazzling though. Daito would occasionally send a bright wave of embers towards Tyndale's direction, only to be countered by a luminous purple explosion that would dissolve the wave. The emissions of light from the tussle were lucent enough to overshadow the deeming sunlight of the evening.
“They have stopped!”
Shinsin shouted at Melody, pointing towards the horizon dotted with archers. They seemed to have halted their attacks.
“Should we bring down the spell?”
“Not yet? They might be planning something else.”
Melody’s arms grew tired. She had them suspended for quite some time and was beginning to feel the effects. Occasionally she would revert her attention towards the evacuating army at
