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