Elara realised something very important.
'I don't have to defeat every Orc.'
Her crimson eyes remained locked on the throne where the Orc Boss was sitting.
'If the Boss dies... the Gate will begin to collapse.'
That was all she needed.
She had been fighting the berserk army that kept recovering when she should have been cutting off its head. A slow breath escaped her lips as she gathered every remaining drop of mana she possessed.
'More.'
'More.'
'More.'
Crimson mana surged violently around her body until the air itself began trembling beneath the pressure. Even the berserk Orcs charging toward her instinctively slowed, sensing the overwhelming power gathering before them.
The Orc Boss suddenly stood up.
For the first time, a deep fear appeared in its eyes.
Elara slowly raised both hands, gathering all that mana into a destructive ball.
"Giant Crimson Flash!"
Her hands shot forward, and the world turned red.
