Wave two didn't walk in. It slammed.
Five-star elementals came in tight groups: bears wrapped in lightning fields that cracked across their shoulders, tigers carrying fire like cloaks, plated hounds venting thin streams of black miasma with each breath. The holo-board painted icons above each pack so the far stands could follow without squinting.
"Delta," Lucifer called.
Jin stepped off the wall and let his mana run. Three wide rings of violet darkened the approaches. The moment paws hit that ground, elements lost teeth. Flames burned lower. Lightning crawled and then stuttered. The miasma thinned into something closer to bad breath than poison fog.
"They'll push the edges," Jin said. "They'll try to force our turrets to fire soft."
