The mind flayers had to stop focusing their attacks on Renato.
Not because Tristana was some all-powerful cleric, but because the slaves attacking from other directions were about to break through their lines.
The duergar, orcs, and hobgoblins roared as they pushed forward. Driven by hatred, they hurled their flesh-and-blood bodies against the defensive line formed by the psionic warriors.
Without spell support, almost every psionic warrior was fighting three opponents at once, and casualties rose sharply.
The female drow lashed her Adamantine Whip, its serpent heads whistling through the air as she harried the mind flayers trying to tighten their formation.
A frenzied duergar charged wildly with a halberd in hand, ignoring his wounds, only to slam into a transparent wall that left a comically flattened mark on his face.
The duergar staggered backward, blood streaming from his nose. Cursing furiously, he swung his halberd at the invisible barrier, but could not leave so much as a scratch.
A tall, powerfully built orc covered in wounds also discovered the obstacle that had suddenly appeared. He roared and charged into it, only to bounce hard off the invisible wall, his massive body crashing to the ground.
It was Wall of Force. Renato had encountered this spell several times before and recognized it instantly.
The mind flayers were adept at using it to divide the battlefield and slow their enemies' advance. An invisible wall that could not be destroyed by physical means was an insurmountable obstacle for ordinary warriors.
But once Renato learned that his Silent Lady could negate this magical wall, Wall of Force could no longer stop him.
Under the orc's astonished gaze, the long-eared warrior before him suddenly slipped through the transparent wall that had just blocked his way, as though the barrier keeping everyone out had been