CRASH!
The sound of the Great Barrier shattering wasn't just a noise; it was a physical blow to the soul of every elf in the city.
Shards of green mana rained down from the sky like broken glass, dissolving into motes of light before they hit the ground.
Unfortunately, the purple fire raining down behind them didn't dissolve.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The outer districts of the Elven Capital instantly turned into a sea of flames.
"Go!" Damien shouted, his voice cutting through the panic in the Throne Room. "Lyra, Leona! You have your orders! Don't let them reach the World Tree!"
"On it!" Lyra didn't look back. She sprinted toward the spiral stairs leading to the high canopy, her mana bow already forming in her hand.
"I will be the wall!" Leona roared, slamming her helmet visor down. She charged toward the main entrance, her massive shield glowing with aura.
