The battlefield tore itself apart.
Rain hammered the street in relentless sheets, turning asphalt into a slick mirror of firelight and blood. The Troll King stood at its center like a living catastrophe, towering above wrecked vehicles and shattered storefronts. Its club rose and fell in brutal, indifferent arcs, crushing anything caught beneath it. Bastion hunter, Bloodclaw, goblin. It made no distinction.
Steel flashed. Spells detonated. Screams vanished into thunder.
"LEFT SIDE! LEFT SIDE!" a Bastion ranger shouted as a cluster of goblins swarmed through a blind spot.
A healer knelt behind a collapsed barricade, hands glowing faint green as she pressed them against a man's abdomen. "Stay with me! Stay with me!" she cried, but her mana flickered dangerously low.
