The mages from both sides had entered a state of exhaustion following the fever pitch of combat, with several magicians sitting listlessly to one side, their eyes closed and breaths even as they recuperated, clearly too spent from their earlier exertions of magic power to continue any longer. There were still numerous magicians either working alone or in tandem at the front lines of the Battlefield, surrounded by guards wielding Giant Shields and crossbowmen, warding off the Arrow Stone Rain from the City Wall. These magicians, invincible while wielding their magic power, were exceedingly fragile against physical blows; a single arrow could easily claim their lives.