The battle raged on in the storm-torn skies above the Golden Marches, where Aero Stormwing flew amidst the chaos on his wyvern, Tempest. Lightning flashed, and thunder roared, echoing the ferocity of the conflict below. His mind raced with the dire situation the Asterios forces faced.
"If nothing happens soon," Aero thought grimly, "we might actually have to retreat a few miles back to regroup."
The blessing of the Storm Goddess had made the Lyrion Empire an actually worthy opponent, their forces moving through the storm with an eerie ease. The Imperial Sky Fleet was struggling against the relentless onslaught, their airships battered by both the enemy and the elements.
Aero's thoughts turned to the Ret Raja, the ancient creatures that slumbered beneath the sands of the Golden Marches. He had hoped they would awaken and turn the tide of battle. As if in response to his silent plea, the ground thousands of feet below him erupted.
Sand exploded upwards in a massive plume, raining down upon the battlefield. When the sand finally settled, Aero saw it—a Ret Raja, its massive form emerging from the depths. The creature was around 100 feet in length and 20 feet in height, a formidable sight. However, Aero had no frame of reference to determine whether this was a large one or not.
As the Ret Raja emerged, it let out an almost deafening high-pitched screech that reverberated across the battlefield. The sound was so piercing that it caused both armies to momentarily falter, hands instinctively reaching to cover ears and soldiers staggering under the auditory assault.
The Lyrion forces came to a halt, their advance stalled as they stared at the ancient beast in confusion and fear. The Ret Raja sprayed its venom onto the Lyrion ground forces, the corrosive liquid eating through armor and flesh with terrifying efficiency. Soldiers screamed and fell, their formations breaking apart in chaos.
Then, seemingly out of nowhere, three more Ret Raja appeared. Some were smaller, some larger than the first, but all were equally lethal. They joined the first in their assault on the Lyrion forces, decimating their ranks with ruthless precision.
The Lyrion aerial forces moved to attack the Ret Raja, their focus shifting away from the Imperial Sky Fleet. Aero seized the opportunity, rallying his troops with renewed vigor.
"Strike now!" he commanded, his voice carrying over the tumult. "Destroy their aerial forces while they're distracted!"
The Imperial Sky Fleet attacked with greater ferocity, their spells and weaponry finding their marks with deadly accuracy. The sky was a maelstrom of combat, with airships and wyverns clashing in a deadly dance.
Aero watched in ecstatic disbelief as the Ret Raja continued their rampage below, the Lyrion forces crumbling under the onslaught. He felt a surge of hope and excitement as the tide of battle turned in their favor.
"We might actually win this," Aero thought, his spirits lifting. He ordered his wyvern to dive towards a cluster of enemy airships, unleashing a torrent of lightning bolts from his staff. The bolts struck true, sending the airships plummeting to the ground.
The storm, relentless and unforgiving, continued to rain down upon the battlefield. Lightning strikes illuminated the night, casting eerie shadows over the Golden Marches. The Ret Raja, undeterred by the elements, pressed their attack, their venomous sprays decimating the Lyrion ground forces.
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Sorry for the few days without a post, been busy with work this whole week.