Elder Harald knelt, gasping for breath. Everything that had happened so far felt surreal.
The destructive dark beams were followed by surging waves of defensive bright lights. It occurred too quickly for them to react on time.
"Wha-… what just happened?"
"I-I am unsure, Elder…", Xerga lay on the ground in a worse condition, "Th-that elder from the League must have stopped… the aggressor…"
"Is that so… the League, huh?"
Elder Harald was surprised, "Where they sent here… or just a coincidence…?"
"I… forgot, Elder. I think we should ask later.", Xerga replied.
"Alright, search for everyone and gather around. We'll wait for Garron to come back.", Elder Harald ordered. He raised his head and noticed dust rising above a cliff far away, "Is that…"
"Damn old bastard. Didn't think that an archmage was this strong!", a low demonic voice complained. Within the dust stood the bulky silhouette of Mahiista, gripping his trembling hands.
