The armored extraordinary warriors roared and brandished their weapons, charging into battle. This small group, insignificant in number on this vast battlefield, nevertheless thundered across the earth with a rumble that shook the ground!
"The sorcerers of Watson are far fewer than ours," the leading fourth-stage sorcerer at Spirity Lake's sorcerer position declared confidently. As the strongest force in Spirity Lake, though not a combat specialist, he was adept at a wide array of spells.
He waved his scepter, and the sky darkened with clouds, the low growl of thunder weaving through them, as surging plasmic energy gathered, ready to unleash its destructive power.
"The second phase," Ravenna whispered, "The strengths of both sides are evenly matched, but Count Watson has a special advantage over Count of Spirity Lake and should be able to secure the upper hand. The endgame is—"
BANG!
