Aurdis's eyes remained glued to the sky. Her heart racing with each explosion and the violent crackle of Magic that lit up the air above them.
The air itself was thick with corrupted and destructive energy and the clash between the fighters seemed almost tangible like the sky itself was tearing apart. As the battle intensified the atmosphere getting dimmed, shadows stretching across the landscape. Streaks of crimson and brown light collided, casting flickers of strange illumination over the palace grounds and the world.
Her gaze briefly shifted to the dome, the barrier that shielded them all. Shards of Magic debris from the clash between the Dragonborns and the two last Harbinger of Doom rained down, slamming against the translucent surface.
