The elderly Grand Magus Archie Valaryn stood as a pillar of strength, his form blazing with the power of his two-cosmos strength. White lightning-infused sword slashes ripped through the ranks of the elven first responder unit, cutting down several magus in swift, merciless strokes.
Yet, the elves were not easily broken. These were no ordinary troops—they were the fortress's elite magus defenders, trained to respond under fire and adapt with speed. With rapid coordination, they weaved through the deadly lightning and cast layered a combined defensive spell in unison. For a moment, they held, managing to block Archie's relentless assault.
