The caster's eyes sharpened as she observed Clyde's movements. Her mind rapidly pieced together a strategy.
She could feel it clearly now. His power was overwhelming, but it was not stable. The lightning surging through him was too excessive, too constant. He was burning through his own energy without restraint.
That was his weakness.
She adjusted her stance and began forming a different kind of spell. The magic around her hands shifted in nature, no longer violent like her fire attacks but subtle and insidious.
Threads of dim light intertwined between her fingers to form a condensed sphere that pulsed omonously.
She waited for the exact moment when Clyde committed fully to his next clash.
Then she released it.
The spell shot forward silently, slipping through the chaos of the battlefield without drawing attention.
It moved past the crashing blows and exploding lightning, weaving between debris and shockwaves until it reached its target.
Clyde did not see it.
