Mordekai:
So much, so fast. And, as always, more questions than answers. Words rose up in Mordekai's throat but did not come out. Suddenly, he felt exactly how tired he was. "How-why-but what-why don't... why don't I just go to bed."
"We will continue tomorrow," said Sekhor, departing from the tent.
Mordekai lay down on his sheet, silent. Let's try to sort this out. But he knew that it was impossible. All he knew was that Sekhor was unique, his grandfather was unique, and now, he was unique, also. But what did this uniqueness entail? Mordekai's mind was filled with dozens of questions. It decided that it had absolutely no chance of answering any of them, shutting down for rest. Mordekai fell asleep immediately.
Heimdall:
Heimdall smiled. He felt the consciousnesses of the magicians behind him rush into his mind. Together, they formulated a plan. Heimdall had not fought alongside fellow magicians for a while; he had only done so back in his village. Since then, he had been fighting on his own. But now, the old skills of communication and coordination were rushing back to him.
Concentrate, called Veneficus's consciousness. The liches are ready to fire.
Heimdall watched as deadly grey bolts arced from the twisted wands of the liches, headed straight for him. He ran straight towards the front, watching as dozens of spells rippled through the physical dimension where he had phased out. In a glimpse, he had phased back in and was a whirling mass of blades, severing the physically weak limbs of the liches. Some were quick enough to pull out weapons; however, the magicians behind Heimdall had already started working at dispatching them. Black curses and hexes were sent flying at the liches. Many reached their targets and liches fell all around; however, the more skilled liches blocked the magical attacks and slowly retreated.
Heimdall stood, his physical assault over. The mind takes over. His mind shot forth like an arrow from a crossbow, launching itself at the nearest lich. That lich was expecting a physical attack from Heimdall's blades and was caught unawares, his consciousness immediately shattering. Heimdall went to the next lich, who soon fell. The liches were strategically dispatched of; only a small knot of very powerful ones remained, whose minds were protected by the strongest armors.
They stood together. At their head was a tall one with a crown. The King survives. He raised his wand, sending a very powerful spell spiraling towards the magicians. The spell was immediately blocked by the wards the magicians had prepared; however, the spell from the King Lich only doubled in strength, bypassing the wards and striking the whole lot of the magicians. Heimdall immediately felt dozens of consciousnesses dissipate. What kind of a spell is that?! Heimdall immediately threw his mind at the King Lich, who blocked it effortlessly and launched a stinging counterattack. Heimdall blocked it, but not without much effort.
27 dead, conveyed Veneficus. Couple wounded. We have to do something, and fast. Can you take him?
Maybe, but I need time to prepare. Cover me, Heimdall replied, stepping back into the group of the magicians. Veneficus immediately began chanting and soon erected a defensive spell wall, grunting in fatigue, which the magicians augmented. The King Lich and his cronies immediately set upon it with a variety of powerful spells. It wouldn't hold for long.
A minute. That's all we got.
We'll see what I can do. Heimdall closed his eyes. He took a deep breath, assimilating his mental energies into his shard. No, not the shard. Its tip. Within the shard, shimmering streams of power coalesced into the apex until it attained a painfully bright luster in Heimdall's mind. Around him, he sensed the magicians struggling to hold up the defensive wall. Brace yourselves! he conveyed, releasing the energy. Right after he did so, he steeled his mind.
The bolt of lightning shot outwards and blew everything away. All the liches and magicians went flying in opposite directions, as well as surrounding skeletons. The spellblocker wall had sacrificed the remnants of its power to block the magicians from the damage of the bolt. The liches, however, were not so lucky. The magicians flew through the air, landed, and got up. The liches landed and did not get up. Heimdall's head hurt, but he ran forth and continued the battle. That's two King Liches down.