Noah felt as wards slid into place one after another, each one settling over the building like a layer of pressure added to the air.
He felt them in sequence, with the spatial suppression coming last, closing over the bar like the lid being placed over a bucket.
Noah felt it and laughed to himself. If they believed that was enough to hold him, they had not been paying enough attention.
He didn't bother to do anything about it though, staying where he was and watching the door.
The elite soldiers came in first, fanning out around him. Just like the soldiers Arlo had brought two days ago, they filled the available space, their spell formations already burning above their palms.
He could tell that these soldiers were a cut above the ones he'd faced. They covered all the angles in the room like a net being drawn closed around a fish.
