Jaegar was a whirlwind of destruction, carving a path through Daikrimore's army ranks with arcane fury. His hands crackled with magical energy as he wove complex spellcraft, blasting soldiers aside and erecting shimmering barriers to deflect incoming attacks. Even the most battle-hardened warriors fell before the onslaught of his magic.
The clouds thundered, resonating with Jaegar, crackling throughout the battlefield. It was like a chain, spreading across the field, shooting right through the soldiers bodies.
They didn't even have time to react, as the lightning was nimble.
In the midst of the chaotic melee, Jaegar locked eyes with a towering brute—one of the first enemies he had faced upon the army's arrival. With a flex of his magical energy, he stretched his hands, and lightning shot towards the brute, binding and restraining the struggling beast. Jaegar's gaze was intense as he demanded, "Who brought you here? Speak now or burn alive!"
