As Eve unleashed her spells, the sky above the dwarven stronghold lit up like a fireworks show. Lightning and magic mixed, zapping across the sky with a show of power that left her grinning wickedly.
"Take that, you clunky piles of bolts!" Eve shouted, her voice thundering over the tumult as her fingers flickered with radiant energy. Her spells, bright and vicious, sliced through the air aiming straight for the dwarven lines. Although she only trained with Ghost for a short amount of time, it had a big impact in her fighting skills. Not only did she fight with ferocity, she also calculated strategies to stay one step ahead, just like Michael.
But the dwarves weren't just sitting ducks. Their war machines, fed by the glowing crystal deep below, were ready and roaring to go. The Aetherclaw, a massive contraption with cannons and all, buzzed through the storm, its engines roaring louder than the thunder.
