My eyes flew open as tortured screams rent the peaceful night. Still groggy, I rolled to my feet, nearly tripping over my tail as I stumbled to the tent flap. Bright, flickering lights cast shadowy silhouettes across the canvas's surface, and deafening explosions seemed to rock the very ground beneath my unsteady feet.
Summoning my staff, I pushed out of the tent, blinking in the blinding glare of the magical attacks. Lightning, ice, and fire blazed across the sky, largely concentrated on the other side of the camp. Dark shapes flit overhead, blotting out the distant stars as they wove around, desperately evading the mage's reckless bombardment. The shouts and screams of men and women rose with every passing second, joined by feral roars and animalistic cries, growing until the dreadful cacophony rivaled that of any battle I'd participated in.
