Erel'na dances around the Water General, venom trails slicing the air.
"You shouldn't worry about the battlefield," she hisses softly, "your real problem is me."
Varesh toys with the Wind General, flickering in and out of sight.
"Look down," he says casually.
The Wind General risks a glance.
And his blood turns to ice.
The human army is collapsing.
Retreating.
Breaking apart.
"This… this can't be happening…"
Varesh smirks. "Don't worry about them. Worry about your throat."
Lightning crackles.
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Rodon City, Baron Revig's mansion.
Inside the grand hall of the Baron's mansion, the atmosphere is tense despite the luxurious surroundings. Stained-glass windows cast shifting colors across the polished floors.
