Abusing Planate High (1)

The shredding sensation threatening to whittle everyone down gradually stopped.

Pherdanta turned to everyone, and as though nothing had happened – as though she hadn't disappeared under the constant whipping of impossibly powerful slashes, and hadn't just adjusted all her mana cores and the mana within them simply by being inspired – she smiled.

"We no longer need to stay here. I have everything I need," she said and then turned to the Priest. "It is impressive that you could replicate everything of ours – abilities and armour – into these conscious forms, on top of sending us hours back into the past. You no longer have to strain yourself."

The Priest considered her for a few moments.