The explosion tore through the clearing, swallowing the goblin mage in a roaring surge of crimson and black fire. The shockwave rippled outward, sending dirt and shattered stones flying.
Jax landed hard on one knee, smoke curling from his guns as he exhaled sharply. His heartbeat thundered in his ears, his hands trembling slightly from the recoil.
Across the field, Maera—locked in a fierce clash with the Circle Tribe goblin leader—saw the eruption and shouted, "Yes!"
Her red aura flared as she drove her fist into the goblin's chest, the impact cracking bone and sending it crashing backward.
When the smoke began to clear, the battlefield fell momentarily silent.
Half of the goblin mage's body was gone—burned, incinerated by Jax's devastating strike. The charred remains twitched once before falling still.
Maera's sharp voice rang out, cutting through the chaos:
"The goblin mage is dead! Kill the rest—they can't revive now!"
