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.
For a moment, nothing was visible. Just searing light. Then the smoke cleared. More than half of the remaining warriors were gone. Nothing left. No bodies. No bones. Just scorched earth where they had once stood.
