Victory IV

At Aiden's command, chaos erupted.

Myne's shadowmancy surged forth, blanketing the convoy in pitch-black tendrils that lashed out like whips, disarming and disorienting the guards. The Abyssal creatures howled in confusion as they were engulfed in darkness, their unnatural forms flailing against an unseen enemy.

From the high ground, Dren and the others unleashed a volley of projectiles—arrows imbued with explosive enchantments, spears laced with poison, and bolts of pure energy. The wagons splintered under the barrage, their reinforced frames no match for the precision and ferocity of the attack.

General Varak roared, his deep, guttural voice cutting through the pandemonium. His massive frame leaped from his mount, the ground trembling beneath his feet as he landed. With a wave of his hand, the Abyssal creatures regrouped, forming a protective barrier around him.