Erune, drained of mana and exhausted, sank to the ground, trying to catch his breath. He inhaled deeply, extending his hands to draw in the remaining mana from the surroundings. But again, he felt it—the mana being siphoned straight to the tower.
Still clutching his chest, he forced himself to his feet, staggering toward the tower. Around him, soldiers raided and attacked, tearing down anything they could. The battlefield itself was trembling, cracks spreading across the ground with a violent rumble.
No—it wasn't just tremors. An earthquake was happening.
Erune pushed his broken body as fast as it would allow, summoning the last of his mana to amplify his voice. "Get out of the tower!" he bellowed.
Those who heard him scrambled to escape, but for some, it was too late.
