The light witches formed a triangle, their movements deliberate and synchronized as they raised their hands to the sky and began chanting in low, melodic voices. Soft, glowing orbs of light pooled around their feet and spiraled upward, intensifying with each whispered syllable. Within moments, a translucent shield of pale gold shimmered into existence, encircling our small group. The air hummed as the ward thickened and expanded, its protection spreading in a wide arc to envelop the vampire forces flanking us.
The spells of the light witches infused the space with an almost tangible aura, creating a barrier that gleamed with the promise of protection. It was a spell woven to withstand the heaviest of assaults—one designed not just to deflect physical attacks like arrows or bullets but to
