Jorl took the brunt of the damage, shielding the other Upyrs with the new equipment that the Black Throne had crafted for him after enhancing its power cores with a bolt of silver lightning.
The Storm Griffon had the mass and strength advantage, but each blast hit like a truck and was as hot as magma. When the constructs' crystals ran out of world energy, Jorl had suffered major burns, and the air in the Vault was barely breathable.
"Charge! We need to break past the blockade before-" He coughed, yet that wasn't the reason he stopped talking.
The Golems of the Firewall Formation had already received fresh crystals and finished charging up their mana cannons. Jorl was about to warn his companions when the Golems fired again.
***
At the keep's entrance, at the same time.
"Something is wrong with my body." Solus felt as if acid flowed through her veins, making her nauseous and dizzy. "Whatever it is, it's getting worse by the second. I'm getting worse."
