The very air seemed to vibrate with the force of the shout, and an instant later, the battlefield erupted into chaos.
Out of the swirling smoke, five streams of raw elemental energy shot toward the mages.
Each one was different, representing a primal force of nature.
A blazing pillar of fire roared forward, its heat searing even through the thick barrier.
A torrent of water followed, twisting and writhing like a serpent as it crashed against their defenses.
Jagged spikes of earth erupted from the ground, hurtling toward them with lethal precision.
A crackling bolt of lightning arced through the air, its blinding light momentarily illuminating the battlefield. And finally, a swirling vortex of wind howled toward them, its sharp edges cutting through the smoke like knives.
The attacks came with terrifying speed and precision, giving the mages no time to react.
"Shield!" Gerhardt screamed, his voice breaking under the strain.
