Suddenly...
A loud crack echoed across the battlefield.
Then another.
And then another.
One by one, the dark fireball mages collapsed, each struck cleanly through the forehead, chest, or throat.
Panic spread rapidly.
The long line of mages, that had been laughing happily just moments before suddenly broke apart as their comrades fell in the blink of an eye.
Edmund's eyes narrowed. He looked up.
Above.
Thousands of of fast-moving flying units streaked across the sky.
Sleek black mana drones, flying in tight formation. Each one equipped with twin-barrel gatling mana guns, spinning relentlessly as blue-glowing mana rounds rained down with perfect precision.
It was a slaughter.
Dozens of drones swept through the sky in coordinated patterns, weaving through defensive spells and anti-air counterattacks like trained killers.
And they didn't miss.
Every burst of fire hit with deadly accuracy.
Twelve shots per second—per drone.
