The explosion raged for ten relentless seconds. Mages stood atop the fortress walls, unleashing everything they had been saving for this critical moment. The sky lit up with a kaleidoscope of colors—blues, reds, and violets—as bolts of lightning, fireballs, and shards of ice hurtled toward the advancing Leviathan swarm.
The massive dark swarm reeled under the onslaught. Tens of thousands of drones were obliterated in an instant, their chitinous bodies exploding into fragments under the sheer power of the spells.
Yet, despite the catastrophic losses inflicted, the Leviathan swarm surged forward, showing no fear. Before they could begin to ascend the mountain, the Turkin riders made their move. Over fifty thousand men and women, clad in armor and mounted on demonic soul steeds, dashed toward the swarm from the left and right flanks.
