High in the sky above the harbor, the air was filled with the clashing of steel and the flapping of wings. The shining light of the Emperor's aura as he continued to fend off attack after attack from Tam continued to dim, even his ridiculous mana reserves were beginning to take a hit.
Tam continued to fly circles around him, keeping him constantly on the defensive, for someone who was so used to always being far faster than his opponents, this was unfamiliar territory.
But the Emperor held on, he knew that by now, word would have reached the Storm Generals that the capital had been attacked, and they would surely be speeding back to Aznur, their elite warriors in tow.
All he had to do was to hold the invaders off long enough for his reinforcements to arrive, by then, the Ursten forces would be tired and weary, and it would be the perfect time for the Imperial forces to swoop in and decimate them.
