Even though Lyra was unleashing the full might of her blood clan powers, her mind was slipping further and further into chaos. The curse of her people... the cost of their terrifying strength... was beginning to take its toll.
Her mental clarity had all but vanished. She had entered a berserker state where reason no longer guided her actions. All she could do was attack, again and again, with overwhelming force. Every drop of blood fueled her body, but at the cost of her sanity.
Meanwhile, the Lizardmen forces, who remained cold and calculated, continued their advance. Tier 3 warriors closed in slowly and methodically, surrounding her, while long-range sharpshooters fired relentlessly from a distance. Her wild, powerful attacks could no longer keep up with their disciplined assault.
