"Chaos, chaos, that's what I crave!
You chant your spells so slowly, like a complete fool.
I know you haven't got the fucking guts, so run home and eat your gruel!"
Watching Poet flee through the sea of fire while singing, Kandelian immediately changed tactics. He pointed his staff at Tang Qi and spat out a pink bubble. "Dispel Magic."
He was extremely cautious. To ensure the spell wouldn't fail, he disregarded his remaining spell slots and upcast it to the fifth ring, solely to dispel this unfamiliar magic as quickly as possible.
With a vast supply of plague source at his disposal, Kandelian hadn't worried about scarce spell slots as he once had for a very long time—
Those days of counting every spell slot were like the scars the beastfolk had carved into his body.
He had grown so accustomed to them that he remembered they existed, but had forgotten the day, or even the year, they came from.
He never feared casting spells. He only feared something unexpected happening while he cast them.
War Mage Code, rule two: people often find miracles in chaos, but war requires stability, not miracles.
Never make decisions on a chaotic battlefield.
Mages habitually treated the problems before them as formulas.
The fewer random variables there were, the more stable the formula, and the more reassuring it became.
Eliminate the unstable factors, then work through the remaining stable ones to achieve the desired result. Only then could the battle be steered toward victory.
So even though this song hadn't brought him nothing but trouble—the third eye growing on his forehead had actually helped him identify the source of the chaos, making it one of the beneficial effects—
He still had to silence the singing and restore the battle to a state he