Karrick's hands gripped hard around the shaft of his spear, his heart beating like a relentless drum. His forces launched a fierce volley of fire and metal at their invaders, cutting down Frost's soldiers one by one, yet still they were slowly gaining ground.
Frost's soldiers were plentiful, of high rank and incredibly determined to bridge the gap. Despite being inundated with waves of fire magic, massive flaming boulders and the occasional magma trap they pushed ahead, inching ever closer to himself and his defensive line. And now Frost and Khuno utilised their immense B-rank strength to open up a hole, temporarily allowing the soldiers behind to charge ahead without fear.
His entire body trembled the moment he felt the whisper of Frost's aura and witnessed the devastation brought down by his glaive. Frustration, anger but mostly envy coursed through his veins.
"Kenta, Margo begin phase 2." Commanded Karrick with a swing of his spear.
