The battlefield is sheer chaos as the magic knights aggressively push forward toward me.
My shadow knights do their best to fight against the onslaught of magic knights, but the difference in numbers is too much. It gets to the point my shadow knights have to form a circle around me as the pressure from the magic knights becomes too strong.
Spells of fire, water, ice, earth, and wind litter the battlefield. Flashes of red, green, and blue colors illuminate the arena. I use my wind magic to form tornadoes and create chaos among the magic knight formations.
More of my shadow knights fall until there are only fifteen left.
I grit my teeth as I know once the dust settles, we will be dead meat.
I point my Wand of Origin at the ground. The wand vibrates with power as it senses my intentions. The mana I have stored in my body is enough for this tenth-level affinity spell. One. Two. I take a deep breath.
"Tenth affinity level magic, Shadow Gigantica!"
