The moment Shellia shouted "Mark!", the battlefield exploded into motion.
Veyra charged first, her skeletal armor rattling like thunder made of bones. Blue soul-flames burst from the gaps in her armor, igniting her greatsword in a spectral blaze. Each step shook the earth, despite the Warlord still hunched in incomplete metamorphosis.
Kaelin vanished into the wind—literally. Her daggers shimmered, and a soft gust followed her movements.
"Veyra, left flank!" she called.
Veyra nodded silently and shifted her position, heavy blade raised.
Daryon dashed behind them, spear whistling. "I'll support midline!"
Behind Shellia, Lumiel planted his staff firmly into the ground. Rings of sky-blue sigils spread from the point of impact.
"By the Breath of Caelthas—Celestial Nova, begin."
As a High Priest, his voice carried authority that made the air tremble.
Isyra followed him instantly, lifting her own staff. Her runes glowed star-white as she channeled her magic.
