Caught into a crossfire, swords of mana rained from the sky above, whilst countless bolts were being fired his way from afar, Msir and Molc were the first to begin their attack upon the undead, but were far from the last, like they had been preparing from this exact situation during all of their years within the Emerald Realm, their spells hardly troubled one another, their mana signatures synched to incredible levels, their teamwork having reached a high enough level that their mana recognised one another as not opposing forces to struggle against, but allies.
Naturally, this was not great news from Loimos, as this meant that he couldn't really use their own spells against them…
