Ethan landed in a crouch, steady and sharp.
"Confirmed," he muttered. "It works."
He turned, eyes sweeping over the ranks behind him.
"Target the same spot on the orb! Four consecutive hits or more!"
The moment the order left his lips, the air cracked open.
Fairies, Dragonkin, mages, and centaur warriors surged forward in unison.
Beams of light tore across the desert, slicing through the haze and igniting the sky.
BOOM—BOOM—BOOM—
One by one, the blood-red orbs shattered in the storm of fire and magic. Each explosion unraveled a Sandman, their bodies collapsing like sandcastles under a rising tide.
In minutes, half the enemy force had been wiped from the battlefield.
Then—silence.
The desert wind stilled.
A heartbeat later, a roar split the sky—
"RRRAAAHHH!"
It was deep, guttural—like iron grinding against stone.
Ethan's head snapped up.
