Erend walked a few steps ahead, the grass trembling beneath his boots before he unfurled his Dragon wings with a single sharp motion.
The black and crimson membranes snapped open, catching the air.
He pushed off the ground and soared upward in a smooth rise.
Behind him, Eccar followed with a burst of wind, his own wings spreading wide as he ascended to Erend's flank.
From above, the battlefield looked like a scattering of raging storms. Fire spiraled from Arty, lightning streaked from Adrien, golden arcs carved the air around King Gulben, and shards of ice burst from Sylmira's and Aesa's side. Everyone was still fully engaged, dealing with their own wave of monsters.
Erend lifted a hand, gathering a pulse of Magic in his throat before releasing his voice.
"Excuse me."
It boomed across the meadow like rolling thunder, reaching every fighter without disrupting the space.
