Thanks to precise positioning, those skeleton soldiers constantly harass from afar, tossing stones to restrain, and when the apprentices are exhausted and their magic power depleted, they suddenly charge back from the shadows, catching the panting apprentices off guard, forcing them to squeeze out the last bit of magic power from their depleted Sea of Consciousness.
The effectiveness of this tactic is evident.
These magic apprentices, even when conscious, have a pitiful accuracy rate, and now their consciousness is unclear, and casting spells serves only to send themselves on their final journey.
"I... can't go on anymore..."
Struggling to cast a final spell, a magic apprentice holding a magic wand swayed, his face pale, mouth and eyes askew.
He only managed to utter a final "dying wish" before collapsing straight onto the ground, unconscious.
