Everyone in the Wilding Kin Sect was nervously waiting for Darian's call for help. They were ready to burn through a good chunk of the resources they had gotten from him, moving the entire sect to his location… but that call never came.
On the plains, the small army of a thousand was frighteningly strong. That was because Eleri's power, controlling the surrounding mist, weakened their enemies, while Tir's Earth power gave everyone insane defense. It was just a clone rune of theirs, tweaking the power in the area a bit, but even that was already super useful.
Darian quickly killed the third High Elder and half a dozen Elders… all within just a few minutes. Seeing that, the rest of the two sects started running away in a panic. Who could blame them? After all, if even the elders and high elders couldn't do anything, let alone the rest.
*Buzz*
