Draining My Prize

At that moment, the sky above the Highlands erupted into chaos. The Vandorian aerial force, an elite group of men and women, swooped down on their flying core beasts with menacing grace. These beasts, with wings wide and eyes fierce, cut through the sky with terrifying swiftness. The riders, clad in the colors of the Vandorian army, launched their assault from above, dropping explosive objects that detonated with earth-shaking force upon impact. Fire and smoke billowed into the air, marking each explosion's deadly kiss to the ground. It was a scene of devastating destruction, a dance of death from the skies.

But the Highlanders were not deterred. With a roar of defiance, those who tamed core beasts of their own leaped into the air, their mounts kicking off the ground with powerful thrusts. The sky became an arena of clashing wills and spiraling creatures. Highland warriors, faces set with grim determination, met their foes with a ferocity born of desperation and courage.