The arena is filled with raw magic energy as I start floating slightly above the ground.
The last thirty magic knights take defensive stances as they raise their shields out of nervousness. They notice my multi-colored celestial aura becoming more intense. The sky darkens, and thunder rumbles as flashes of lightning streak through the air. I have one last great big spell in the tank. Like I said before, it's all or nothing.
"Eleventh affinity level magic, Celestial Knight!"
My black and silver wand transforms into a great elemental shield on my left arm. Fire and ice encase it to deflect any magic attacks. My Wand of Origin transforms into an elemental longsword made out of light and dark magic. Wind magic swirls around me like I am the eye of a hurricane, protecting me from any attacks.
I feel my mana depleting faster as I struggle to maintain this great spell.
