Drakhel, the blood-red scaled dragon flying high above, had everyone's attention. The four massive comets of blood he summoned rained down upon the demons and wolves below. The enemy forces seemed somewhat prepared for it—at least, until the sky itself turned dark.
A thick black mist began to spread as Narok, the black dragon, activated Black Eclipse. The fog descended rapidly, veiling the battlefield and obscuring the attack from view.
Moments later, four massive explosions echoed within the mist—like bombs erupting all at once. Chaos erupted. Magical wards flared, and the wolves scattered, fleeing from the overwhelming power of the sovereigns.
Cheers rose from the allied side, the dazzling assault bolstering their morale. As for the enemy, they responded by reinforcing their wards and hunkering down, waiting for the mist to dissipate.
