Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield, chaos ruled.
The once solid ground had become a wasteland of broken stone and smoking craters.
The air was thick with the smell of ozone and burned flesh.
Elvira stood on one side, her robes fluttering.
Arcs of residual mana crackled around her.
One stood beside her, sending rapid commands through the hive mind and coordinating the Krell forces in a desperate defense.
Forty Krell warriors braced themselves.
Their bodies still twitched from earlier shocks.
Their armor was scorched and dented.
Scouts on the walls fired down from above, but their arrows barely made a difference in the chaos.
Opposite them stood one hundred Ravagers.
These were not normal Ravagers.
They were led by Storm.
A bolt of pure lightning split the sky and slammed into the center of the Krell formation.
The blast sent bodies flying.
Limbs twitched as energy rampaged through their nerves.
