Zevran moves first.
There is no warning shout, no grand spell chant.
One moment he is hovering, wings spread wide, aura crushing the battlefield into silence.
The next, the air detonates.
Wind collapses inward around Zevran's body as his wings snap back. The pressure compresses until the sky itself seems to fold, and then he vanishes, driven forward by pure wind dominion.
The ground below him caves in.
A sonic boom rips outward, flattening banners, hurling soldiers—human and monster alike—off their feet.
Stegran's eyes widen a fraction.
"So fast—!"
Zevran is already there.
A massive claw wrapped in spiraling wind and condensed earth crashes down like a falling continent.
"—!"
Stegran reacts on instinct.
Poison sigils erupt around him, emerald light flaring as he snaps both hands forward.
"Tier 6 Spell—Venomous Abyss Guard!"
