Explosive finish

Drake resisted the temptation to go and help out. Cannons were still occasionally being fired. He swept his gaze past the entirety of the walls and counted at least 7 cannons he would need to handle. The quicker he got it done, the faster he would be able to help Samuel and the others.

But there was something else that had caught his eyes. Two orcs, one seemed quite lean yet oddly sophisticated while the other wore shamanistic garbs. The real problem was that they were each holding two crystals which shone fiercely.

Suddenly, the sight before his eyes became distorted. It twisted and wiggle oddly and seemed to be carried away by something.

Drake's expression turned stern. As a person that practiced the use of the fire element, he was naturally acquainted with the phenomenon. Heat distortion. They were summoning a heatwave!

Although he initially planned to take care of the cannons, there was now a more dastardly issue that needed to be dealt with.