A few minutes into the corner siege, the dynamic began to shift. Firstly, the Rot came up with a method of countering Alice’s snatching move. Irwyn couldn’t see exactly what was happening with Time, but at some point, her magic stopped being able to kidnap their enemies. That earned a frown on her face as she stopped casting for the moment. Without a word, she started shuffling inside her bag instead.Only a few seconds later, Desir faced a similar conundrum. His trick of simply… soul-killing the undead? That was the best guess Irwyn had. Desir had used it before during their time with the inquisition, but he had never inquired about the exact details. The cases where Irwyn or Elizabeth couldn’t brute force their opposition in the first few seconds of a battle had been scarce. Either way, Desir’s magic no longer worked either.“They have a necromancer with them now, or at least a Soul mage,” the shapeshifter said, pausing his spellcraft. “Likely hidden behind the corner itself.”“Irwyn, need a little help,” Alice asked for his attention.When he turned around, he realized she was holding a massive rifle, longer than she was tall. Since she rarely was an active participant in combat, it had been a while since she had the opportunity to show off her expertise in gunfire. Bullets happened to be a rather suboptimal tool against the undead that cared very little for hemorrhaging wounds or body integrity.Which she was asking Irwyn to help solve. Holding out a fistful of rounds, there was no need to explain what she wanted. While Irwyn could not do traditional enchantments, he certainly could bind an offensive spell into the projectile. That structure would be highly unstable and impossible to control from a distance… but he just needed it to last long enough to explode on the other side.And he could get tricky with it as well. The first two would be a simple explosion. Fast, brutal wave of combustion that should cause (...)