For one instant, the darkness went purple-white; lightning striking from Argo’s fingers to the thorax of a black-faced, horribly humanoid shape.
<<Pollista the Psiwasp Queen.>>
The queen’s icon was purple.
The fading glow was just enough light to see Kirito and Klein charge the queen.
They’re out of their minds. We’re dead. She’s purple, no one’s getting out of this unless they run–
Only if Klein ran, he’d leave two of Fuurinkazan behind. And that was not happening.
Buzzing rose behind him, and chitinous claws gripped Dynamm’s shoulders, trying to drag him away from the fight. He struggled, for all the good it did; punching at the mind-blurrer on the outside and gritting his teeth against the invading :sleep: on the inside.
Through the buzz and yells and clashing he could still hear Argo chanting; loud and sharp and longer than any spell he’d ever heard Issin cast. What was taking her so long?
“Everybody, grab onto something!” Klein snarled.
“-Fflam sīllif bod!”
And there was light.
Blue flame sliced through the nest wall like a giant’s sawblade, severing the lower part of the hive in one roar of elemental fire.
They did it. Stheno found herself gaping, as dark paper began to fall. They actually did it. Modified a fireball from a sphere to one flat disk, and set it off exactly where they wanted it.
She’d heard Kirito and Argo hashing it out, in those last few minutes revising their hasty rescue plan. But she hadn’t believed. Who could? Modifying an enchantment was highly advanced spellcasting. It could take months, even years, to perfect a new variant of a spell. Everyone knew that.
Argo and Kirito had done it in less than ten minutes.
That… magic doesn’t work that way, it can’t–
Instinct bashed stunned reason over the head, and reminded her that getting back might be an excellent idea.