Meanwhile on the other side, The battlefield was chaos incarnate. The once-solid ground was now a wasteland of shattered stone and smoking craters, the air thick with the stench of ozone and burning flesh.
On one side stood Elvira, her robes billowing, arcs of residual mana crackling around her. One stood beside her, issuing rapid-fire commands through the hive mind, coordinating the Krell forces in desperate defense.
Forty Krell warriors braced themselves, their bodies twitching from residual shocks, their armor scorched and dented. The Scouts atop the walls rained arrows, but their attacks barely pierced through the chaos.
And opposite them, 100 Ravagers. But these weren't just any Ravagers. They were led by Storm.
A bolt of pure lightning cracked the sky, BOOM!slamming into the center of the Krell formation. Bodies were sent flying, limbs twitching involuntarily as the energy wreck havoc through them.
