A squad of lightning mages formed a circuit in the sky, casting their arcs through metal poles driven into the ground. They electrocuted dozens of Vestige beasts before a shadow passed over them. One of the generals of the Vestige dropped from above and impaled three of them with a single wing spike.
Their leader, a woman with sunken blue eyes and purple crystalline skin, stood atop a column of floating debris.
Her name was Seraphel.
Her voice echoed in the minds of the Qiyun army.
"You believe grief makes you strong. But grief only hollows. Let us dig the rest. Useless insects."
The Mage King stood at the center of the army. His golden robes were tattered now. His sword was gone. In its place, he held a new blade made of concentrated time a sword that flickered between seconds. He shouted orders. Formations responded.
The Twelve Council Members moved as one, leading their respective battle units. Each fought in their unique style.
