Chapter 35: The Paladin's Charge
Never pick a fight with a spellcaster in his tower unless you mean to ambush him.
That was just common sense. Of course, the world rarely followed common sense.
The battle had already begun. There was no turning back.
The castle's magical defenses flared to life. Countless jets of corrosive energy lanced from its battlements like cannon fire, streaking into the ranks of the enemy.
Mortals could not withstand that kind of magic. Any touch would dissolve flesh into bone.
The paladin and the priest of light, however, were untouched. The anti-magic field swallowed every spell as it crossed into the dome; inside its radius, both men were effectively immune to magic.
The anti-magic field could not be pierced except by divine magic.
The difference between a half-baked legend and a true legend became obvious then.
Every legend was a demigod who had transcended mortal limits and acquired a seed of divinity.