Relief spread through the army.
The archers could see their targets again. Officers could properly observe the battlefield. Even the knights at the front felt some of the pressure ease.
"I will handle the lighting! Please redirect the mages and have them focus on attacking!" Merlin shouted.
Veins bulged beneath his skin as he forcefully drew power from the Veins of the World. The amount of mana flowing through him was absurd, far beyond what a normal mage could control.
He could feel his mana veins burning.
Tiny cracks spread across his Magic Core. Every second felt like he was forcing his body to carry a weight it was never meant to bear. Even so, Merlin remained unmoving.
His gaze never wavered.
The mages quickly adjusted their formations. Freed from maintaining countless fireballs, they redirected their mana toward offensive spells. The battlefield immediately became more dangerous.
