Meanwhile the battlefield was chaos—a tempest of light and shadow, fire and fury.
Johamma and Caelum moved like forces of nature, cutting through the red mages with an efficiency that bordered on terrifying.
Segarus watched in stunned silence as his army began to crumble before his eyes.
Despite his earlier bravado, a sinking feeling of despair settled in his chest. How could they be this strong? he thought, his mind racing for a solution.
Johamma turned her attention toward a group of mages attempting to flank the remaining Kaezhlar defenders.
She raised both hands, and the air around her seemed to freeze. She slams her fists together.
A massive vortex of wind and lightning erupted around her, sweeping the mages into its swirling maw. Their screams were drowned out by the deafening roar of the storm, and when the vortex finally dissipated, nothing remained but scorched earth.
