Another day went ahead and slowly slipped through our fingers as we trained, studied and made love all while the city was bombarded by a plethora of spells and projectiles at fixed increments, showing off the unwavering tenacity of the Cult as they continued to waste their mana every few hours.
Because of this constant bombardment they were actually already achieving something that they might not have wanted - although I only think this because it would make little sense if this was actually their goal - which was that everyone was already sort of... accustomed to this state of existence they were subjecting us to.
Obviously there was still this lingering fear beneath the surface of our minds that was constantly whispering to us about what might happen if the barrier suddenly fails, but until that happened we were able to just sort of ignore the attacks entirely.
