It's honestly a miracle that they were able to get all of the mages tied up.
The ones that lay semi unconscious were still writhing in agony their bodies flailing this way and that, at least those that had energy. The ones that had run themselves ragged or broken something with their flailing moved more like a fish that was out of water for too long barely able to propel themselves a millimeter off the ground as they struggled to get back in the water.
Of the two conscious ones the one that have been funneling magic directly into the image of the demon lord was bleeding from the eyes ears and mouth. Their skin turned pale and mumbled nearly incoherent phrases repeatedly as of trying to chant one last spell with nothing left to put into it.
Only one of the guard remained. Like many leader, he stood behind letting everyone else do the work while he reap the rewards. It also seems he was the first to attempt to flee so why would he drag the bodies with him?
He doesn't look keen on giving them information from the way he is glaring at them that's for certain.
He is in fact so preoccupied with his own hatred that the leader doesn't notice that his own eyes have subtly started to drip red as well....
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Uzaeris tsk's. "They don't seem long for this world."
Zecaeru and Aomaris scowl at the realization.
"Where's Izroul," Raestrao mutters to no one. "He could make them speak."
Mika strides past him, intent on examining these circles closer. This is her realm of expertise after all. "I recognize some of these sigils."
Malix stands opposite of her, arms crossed. "Summoning circle."
Raestrao looks to Malix with a sudden open fear. "Summoning...? You're certain of that?"
"Psssh, no," Malix snorts.
"You're not all wrong," Mika says.
Raestrao turns his attention to the one still-coherent guard and tightens his grasp around the guard's jaw. A dark slant undercuts Raestrao's voice. "You may yet receive a painless death. Explain yourself, now!"