Flames erupted as the five Ashborn dashed forward. The ground shattered beneath their charge, heat rippling outward.
The woman's chain writhed like a serpent, snapping toward the Magus with a speed that create tear on the wind. The lean Ashborn drew his scimitar in a single motion, the air around the blade shimmering . The broad-chested one, fists ablaze, closed the distance with terrifying speed, ready to bring down a blow that could reduce a man to pulp.
The Magus? He hadn't moved. The moment the first Ashborn came within striking distance, the Magus lowered his hand.
A deafening boom split the air as a second bolt of lightning descended out of nowhere. It struck the earth with the force of a divine hammer, swallowing warriors and fire alike liek divine punishment.
