His eyes were shut tight, his hands forming a complex, arcane seal before his chest. Tiny silver arcs of electricity leaped from his fingertips, faintly echoing the silvery light that flowed from the runes at his feet.
"The energy tide has entered its peak window," a cold female voice announced from the south.
The speaker was Evelyn, her face as pale as snow beneath her hood.
"All nodes, report status." Alonso did not open his eyes. His voice was steady, yet it clearly pierced through the increasingly loud hum of energy at the platform's center.
"East position, stable," Barton, a man as burly as an iron tower, responded in a deep voice from the northeast.
"South position, ready," Evelyn stated concisely.
"West position, rune linkage is clear, and the flow of Magic Power is stable," the old Wizard, Eric, reported with precision from the southwest.
