*BOOM!*
A massive, violent explosion of wind that sent rocky fragments, mangled bits of flesh, and viscous purple blood scattering everywhere erupted, followed by the emergence of hundreds of Wind Cutters flying in all directions, killing even more Fell Beasts.
These lethally sharp projectiles then mystically converged in ten separate locations, swirling into massive tornadoes that wreaked further havoc among the flanking beastly ranks.
Zephyron's Raging Tempest spell killed more than a tenth of the fell creations, leaving his despairing regiment cheering, a flare of will to live igniting in their hearts.
Maybe there was a chance?
That's right…why would there not be a chance when Zephyron Haldavar, the Wind Magna, was with them?!
Inspired by the small victory, the wizards of the Thirteenth Regiment roared their warcries.
They then began casting spells with renewed vigor, shooting at the already thinning lines of the beasts in front of them.
