BOOM….BOOM….
The sky trembled again and again.
Arnold raised his massive bow, a weapon so large it looked as if an elephant could use it. Mana thickened around him and gathered on the arrowhead.
The air was twisted and clouds were pulled inward. A swirling hurricane formed at the tip of his bow, shaking the world around them.
"Damn!"
"Someone stop that!"
"Stop it!"
Voices rose in panic, but before anyone could interfere, Balthar stepped forward. His heavy armor hummed, and the greatsword in his hand released a dark red light. With a single swing, he cut through the attacks flying toward Arnold, forming a huge sword arc that split the air.
The ground below shattered and a wave of dust exploded upward.
Behind them, the Dark Mages raised their staffs. A rain of blood poured from the sky, and those who tried to get close were instantly bound by red chains made of solid mana.
"No one will interrupt us now," a Dark Mage hissed.
