Without a moment's hesitation, Roland and his two companions hurried toward the sudden commotion.
But they didn't charge rashly into the center of it. Instead, they moved quickly along the shadows of the cliff face at the edge of the headland, heading toward Shipwreck Bay.
Before they could get a clear view of the battlefield, a tidal wave of mixed sounds and smells washed over them, painting a vivid picture of a fierce, chaotic battle.
The sounds were the first thing to assault their senses.
Against the constant backdrop of wind and waves, jarring scrapes and explosive cracks erupted—the sound of metal violently striking something that was neither metal nor stone.
Mixed in were short, explosive war cries, beast-like roars, and piercing screams of agony or Fear.
Fragments of unintelligible Spell Chanting were abruptly cut off by explosions, followed by the muffled thrum of vibrating air as some low-humming Spell Force Field was deployed.
