"Whoosh!"
Several black bolts laden with negative energy tore through the air toward the two figures suspended above the ground.
Dark green mist wreathed the fletching of the magical crossbow bolts. Their trajectories wavered more than ordinary arrows, but they suddenly accelerated as they approached their targets.
The Psionics Shield that materialized around Klauthsura easily intercepted the incoming bolts. Their tips sank into the transparent, gelatinous barrier before dropping limply to the ground, their momentum spent. Rusted arrowheads struck the paving stones with crisp clinks.
The female Dragonborn held Renato tight with her left arm, freeing her right hand. Arcs of psionic electricity danced between her fingertips, the blue-white light crackling as it illuminated half her face in the darkness.
A Lightning Bolt shot from her hand and slammed into the ranks of skeleton archers firing below. Lightning leaped and ricocheted through the undead formation, engulfing several skeletons at the front in blinding light.
The Mind Flayer's magical counterattack proved effective. The Psionics Lightning blasted apart the undead soldier at its center, sending ribs and vertebrae flying. Its helmet rolled across the stone pavement with a dull rumble.
The current also struck several nearby crossbowmen. Their bones blackened and their joints loosened, and they collapsed one after another.
Yet mere seconds later, the fallen skeletons climbed back to their feet. As though the spell had never struck them, they continued at the same steady pace, drawing their crossbow strings, slotting in bolts, leveling their weapons, aiming, and pulling their triggers.
The undead had no morale to break and paid no heed to their injuries. As long as their soul flames remained alight, they could keep fighting.
Another volley came. Five arrowheads struck the Psionics Shield at once, sending a pronounced ripple across its surface.
Powerful as Klauthsura's psionics were, exchanging