“Moira and her eight thousand selves advanced across the city, but the enemy was retreating now, withdrawing ahead of her. Archers and crossbowmen cut her people down whenever they crossed open streets, forcing them to create new spell-bodies when their hosts were killed, if there were no enemies close enough to claim. She was beginning to falter. The drain of aythar required to feed her magical army was enormous. Cassandra still had plenty to give, but Moira was at her limit. Sh...e was already channeling as much power as was possible for her. Trying for more would be beyond foolish, it might prove fatal. As it was she could feel herself growing tired. A mistake at this point, while she was moving so much energy, could be disastrous. Her mind had expanded to incredible dimensions, but she was still limited by her sole link to the aythar provided by the dragon, limited by the physical bottleneck of one frail mage body.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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