"[Shatter]"
The moment the word loosed itself from Lucius's lips, a seemingly weak wave of mana surged forward like a gentle breeze. It seemed to weave through the air until it met the soldiers on the bridge. One by one, various weapons and pieces of armor both still in use and those laying on the ground, still equipped to the dead and dying, began to glow subtly red.
The unexpected glow throughout the battlefield distracted friend and foe alike. No one understood why these random pieces of equipment had begun to release mana. Lucius on the other-hand grinned evilly. Before anyone had the time to react, the sound of fracturing metal filled the bridge.
Thousands of pieces of shrapnel exploded into the air and into the bodies of hundreds of soldiers. Men and women screamed in pain as their bodies were peppered with the pieces.
