Teamwork

The battlefield was chaos, but for the first time, Elara felt like she was starting to control it. Her frost magic had carved a clear space around her and thinned the relentless waves of smaller monsters. Her movements were more fluid now, her casts sharper and more deliberate as her confidence grew. 

Still, her mana reserves were dwindling rapidly. She could feel the strain in the aching heaviness of her limbs and the faint buzz in her head as she pushed herself harder and harder. Her frost magic continued to hold the line, but each spell drained her a little more. 

'I need to keep going,' she thought, her staff glowing faintly as she sent another volley of ice lances toward a snarling beast. The creature crumpled to the ground, frozen in place. 

But then, her vision blurred for a moment, and she stumbled slightly. Her chest tightened as she realized what she had been avoiding for the past few minutes: she was running out of mana. Badly.