"We can handle it," Sara nodded confidently. "The two elders can take on two of the tier-nine powerhouses. Bonnie, Behemoth, and I have artifacts now—together, we should be able to handle the third."
"Hurry up and make your move, kid," Behemoth grumbled impatiently. His massive form, unable to shapeshift like a beast, left him awkwardly crouching on the ground, barely hidden by the trees.
Just as John was about to give the order, a massive fireball flew from the city walls, roaring toward them.
The Orcs had noticed the disturbance and were already on alert.
Boom!
The fireball exploded, setting the trees ablaze and illuminating the area. The Orcs now had a clear view of the enemy forces—beasts, elves, and the Undying Legion, all ready for battle.
"Enemies! Enemies at the northern wall!" a shout rang out from the ramparts, followed by a barrage of magic and arrows raining down.
