It came as a surprise then when she heard her secret advisor’s voice shouting at her from within her own mind. Wake up! They can’t hold the shields! Her eyes shot open, but before she even registered what she saw her mind was questing outward, checking on her magical helpers. Her magesight showed her that they were fading fast. Even to her physical sight they looked thin, translucent, their aythar was almost gone, and their time remaining was probably measured in seconds. Without waiting for Cassandra she put forth her strength and began reinforcing them. Alone she could have managed a shield the size they were producing by herself, for quite a while, but it was a considerable amount of work. She wasted no time in tapping the enormous reserves that Cassandra represented to avoid exhausting herself. “Now that’s just creepy,” said Chad Grayson, peering down at her where she lay.
