The battle erupts into chaos.
The air above Duskwatch is alive with violence — bolts of lightning, gouts of flame, jagged boulders of condensed earth. Every second, the shield that blankets the city ripples under the combined assault. It looks less like a ward and more like a glass dome pounded by titans.
Selira's fire spreads like wings, her figure cutting sharp against the dawn sky. "Burn through it!" she commands, and her flames lance downward in serpentine arcs, hammering the barrier.
Greg meets her head-on, his axe roaring with golden light. He cleaves one of her fire-serpents apart, the strike scattering sparks across the clouds. "You won't pass me, witch!"
Below, Gorvak plummets like a meteor, claws glowing molten. Two Tier 6 defenders intercept him, swords glowing with layered enchantments. He laughs when their blades clash against his hide, the force shaking the wall. "Good! Dont die fast, at least!"
