As the sky darkened and rumbled ominously, the soldiers of the Alliance halted in their tracks, their heads turning upward toward the rapidly gathering storm. The once-clear sky had turned into a swirling vortex of blackened clouds, crackling with lightning that danced in chaotic patterns. Confusion spread through the ranks like wildfire. Some soldiers murmured nervously to one another, their expressions asking what was happening. Some of them had their mind reach to their worst nightmare, the blood whale, but the thunder showed no silhouette of the creature, which made them sigh in relief. The mages who were defending them exchanged worried glances, sensing the abnormal surge of magic in the air but unable to pinpoint its source. So they attributed it to one thing that can make such a thing possible.
"A medium tier scroll." Using such an expensive item made the mage feel a little bitter, a waste of such a good item. But then again, lives were at stake.
