Oh, there was no defense mechanism protecting the widespread camp. The pugilist did say Moondancer destroyed it along with many of their resources. They had cut down the trees in the middle of the forest, with a river on one side, to make a camp for a smaller force than the one at the entrance of the Wraith's Passage in the Dreaded Lands.
Damian's mana sense told him there were fewer than half the people present compared to when he had left six months ago. The others were either trying to find the Ashenvale forces in the vast forest or were long dead. Standing atop the tallest building in the camp, the fast winds flapping his clothes, Damian saw the reason for the alarm. A huge twisting, swirling tornado was coming their way, aimed directly at the heart of the camp. Was that a spell? If it was, it was one hell of a cool spell. The amount of mana required would be astronomical. Must be that new third ranker... Aethergale, was it? There was "gale" in there—must be a wind-type mage.
