The islands began to shift, Gacha Haven rising steadily, while Soren's island sank lower, like a challenge being accepted. The battlefield itself seemed to acknowledge the turn.
Morganna's lips tugged into a slight, knowing smile. Not a smile of joy, more the thrill of knowing she'd get to kill again. And this time, no one would stop her.
Atlas raised his hand high. "The battle isn't over! Our fight isn't finished! End this, and make them regret ever underestimating us!"
A roar of approval burst from his troops.
As the islands locked into place, a new stretch of ground formed between them. The final stage laid bare for the endgame.
Atlas took a steady breath, tightening his grip around his spear. No matter how this ended, they would see it through.
"Edrik, prepare the troops!" Atlas commanded.
Edrik bowed and turned at once, rushing to the rear where he began rearranging their forces. He mirrored Soren's earlier tactics, preparing for a strike from several angles.
