The centipede-hybrids blistered. The Twins of Unmaking screeched as their undead flesh began to heat up to unbearable levels. The Knight-Caste monstrosity stumbled.
The battlefield turned.
Bastet's whole tanned body began glistening with sweat. Her chest rose and fell in strained gasps. "Every minute the domain is active, my mana is drained. I can't keep it up for longer than five minutes… We have to cull their numbers in that time frame or it'll be over."
The massacre was swift and merciless.
Within the [Desert Queen's Dominion], the monsters could do little but scream. Their flesh blackened. Their bones seared. They retreated to the edges of the radiant dome, seeking shelter in the darkness, desperate to escape the cleansing wrath of solar punishment.
But Bastet wasn't such an easy woman to run away from.
Despite the sweat that poured from her skin and the tremble in her steps, she moved forward.
And the domain moved with her.
