Archer swooped down into the camp as his spell Crown of Stars activated and the violet motes shot off taking out any guards it saw.
He landed in the center of the camp and started firing Eldritch Blasts into the incoming soldiers.
Explosions and screams could be heard but he didn't stop there as he lunged for the closest soldier and tore him apart.
The Misthaven soldiers, disoriented and struggling to regain their composure, were easy prey for Archer's wrath.
With an air of cold resolve, he raised his hand, and a shimmering aura surrounded him.
The Crown of Stars motes hovered above his head, casting an eerie, violet glow over the battlefield.
Soldiers, their armor still smoking from the explosion, began to realize the impending danger, but it was too late.
Archer's eyes locked onto the largest cluster of remaining enemies, those attempting to rally at the center of the camp.
