Across the battlefield, a cacophony of fire and ice unfolded—a spectacle that left onlookers bewildered.
The flames danced with life, soaring through the air like sentient wings, riding the wind's fury while igniting everything in their path with explosive blazes.
No monster escaped the onslaught.
Flaming arrows wove through the sky before raining down, skewering monsters with brutal precision. The beasts staggered, crumbled, then erupted into wicked, immolating infernos.
The chaos left no room for others to act. By cruel coincidence, this area teemed with more students and civilians than Drifters.
When the rift tore open, many leaders had leapt to the main arena out of pure instinct—the monsters overwhelming their defenses. While Northern confronted the prophet, the beasts broke through the student line and unleashed havoc.
