The Witch struggled to support this land with all her might, summoning the Power of Nature with her Scepter.
But as gales and storms swept in, she clearly felt her strength gradually ebbing away, while the Black Mages showed no intention of sparing her.
"Come on! We must end this!" the Long-haired Mage roared, unable to tolerate those who disrupted their evil plan.
Meanwhile, the lakes on the island began to churn. Under the influence of countless creatures' turbulence and the aftermath of battle, these lakes roared like an angry ocean, tearing the Dark Forces apart.
Yet, this struggle only brought more death and despair—a young Water Spirit tried to rescue an injured companion, only to be knocked down by a giant shadow.
In its desperate and wrenching cry, most of the creatures on the island fell into eternal silence.
"No one can stop us!" the Gaunt Mage said coldly.
