The first wave of magic swept over the heart of the battle, and time seemed to freeze.
Every spectator felt as if everything they saw through their eyes began to move in slow motion.
The Tauren warriors' nostrils adorned with metal rings quivered slowly, their breaths emerging like white ribbons, like an ancient goblin steam whistle; the curved sabers of the Mulan cavalry drew semicircles through the air, and the sand flung up by their camel's hooves hung in the air before falling like feathers.
The air itself seemed to choke.
Suddenly, with a thunderous roar, the earth-shattering chopping, bone-cracking, splashing of fresh blood, and various other sounds burst out of the silence, erupting like a volcano. To live or die? That had become the question.
