The shouts of killing made the rising dust seem even drier; this was the Emerald Dream, yet this area was devoid of any dreamlike quality. The once lush and colorful vegetation had been blasted into oblivion by lethal spells, and as pale magical force clashed with vibrant life, roaring giant bears collided with withered treants. Elves on both sides gritted their teeth in anger, magic bolts and arrows turning into an unavoidable downpour in the sky.
"You betrayer scumbags, you've defiled our home!"
"Fools, your decaying lives will sink into oblivion!"
In the Druid encampment, a charging colossal bear had its arm pierced by Heinz's Withering Spear; a horde of night panthers and hyenas fiercely assaulted the Willow Golem, rescuing the wounded leader.
Under the healing of the Force of Nature, Great Druid Charles Nightingale's wounds closed, but neutralizing the corrosive effects of the Witherer's magic took even more time.
