The battlefield was chaos.
The Veiled Order moved as a single entity, their attacks synchronized, their magic seamless. Golden fire clashed with dark tendrils, the force of their spells shaking the earth beneath them.
Argolaith dodged a blade of light that burned the air as it passed. He countered with a downward slash, his blade barely cutting into the strange armor of the masked warrior before him.
Kaelred fought beside him, gritting his teeth as he parried another attack. "There's too many of them!"
Malakar's glowing eyes narrowed. "There's always too many of them."
With a flick of his wrist, black chains shot from the ground, ensnaring two of the warriors. But before Malakar could finish them, a pulse of golden energy shattered the chains like brittle glass.
The Veiled Order was strong.
But so were they.
"We need to break their coordination!" Argolaith yelled, deflecting a strike aimed at his ribs.
Kaelred exhaled sharply. "Easier said than done!"
