Lightning snaked in the depths of William's eyes as he swung his hammer downwards.
The world obeyed his command and countless lightning bolts fell enmasse, covering the Deadlands in a blinding white light.
Morax raised his Axe and blocked the lightning bolts that were headed his way, stopping them completely in their tracks.
Unfortunately, his Undead and Demonic Legion couldn't do the same. The low-tier monsters instantly turned to charcoal the moment the lightning bolts hit them.
As for the stronger monsters, they suffered a world of pain as their bodies received heavy injuries from the hellish scene that the Half-Elf had painted around them.
When the light receded, the smell of charred corpses reached everyone's nose.
