Jared rockets into the air, earth mana swirling around his boots like compressed dust storms. The clouds above shudder as he breaks through the lower atmosphere.
Behind him, the three human generals follow—water, wind, and fire rising in streaks of blue, white, and red.
Across the sky, four monstrous figures rise to meet them.
Ruk, Erel'na, Varesh, Vordon.
Four Tier 6 auras ignite at once—like four suns flaring to life.
For a heartbeat, the entire battlefield falls into a quiet, tense vacuum.
Then—
BOOM!!!
Air detonates as they collide mid-sky.
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The Fire General, a broad man in heavy crimson armor, hurls a blazing orb the size of a wagon.
"Tier 5—Flame Core!"
The orb streaks toward Ruk like a falling comet.
Ruk raises his halberd, grin stretching wide.
"Finally! A human who doesn't squeal!"
He stomps in midair, his hooves cracking invisible platforms of condensed mana.
"Tier 6 Skill—Tremor Pulse!"
He swings downward.
