Your first sparks of destruction have caught the guild’s attention.
You unleashed every last drop of magical power… and immediately regretted it.
Few survive once your magic starts flying.
The battlefield trembles beneath a relentless barrage of curses.
Your magic missiles now fall like a storm upon the enemy ranks.
Even hardened soldiers whisper your name with fear.
At this point, the property damage may exceed the mission budget.
Every shining coin brings you one step closer to clearing your debts.
A small contribution toward repairing “accidental” destruction.
You’ve gathered enough gold to make the guild temporarily overlook your chaos.