The battlefield lay in ruins, marked by devastation and broken bodies. Vorn was sprawled on the ground, bloodied and battered. His Nether Puppets, once towering threats, were now nothing but shattered remnants scattered around him.
The dark nether energy that once surged through them had all but faded, leaving their lifeless forms crumpled like discarded dolls. Vorn gasped for breath, each inhale a struggle as he tried to push himself up, his body barely responding after the full force of Aric's Titan's Slam.
On another battlefield, Mirra wasn't faring any better. The vicious winds from Sylph's Tempest's Wrath had torn her and her puppets apart. The fragments of what had been her fearsome Nether Puppets were scattered across the ground like debris from a storm.
