Victory?

The battlefield was a chaotic symphony of explosions and screams, and the relentless assault from above had not gone unnoticed. Every soldier, every mole, felt the tremors as the earth shook with the force of each detonation. The air was thick with smoke and dust, and the smell of gunpowder mingled with the metallic tang of blood. Amidst this chaos, the Mole King, a hulking beast of fury and malice, snarled as he noticed the tide beginning to turn against his forces. The once invincible ranks of his army were being decimated, and his cold, calculating eyes locked onto the sources of this devastation, the girl on the watchtower, and the boy close to the gate. 

Naturally since it couldn't reach the girl at the top of the watchtower, it aimed for the boy down below. 

This human had to be stopped. He could feel the shift in the battle, the momentum slipping away from him like grains of sand through his claws. Burrowing deep into the ground, the Mole Leader moved with terrifying speed, his single-minded focus on the boy. He was the priority now; the human's death would demoralize the defenders and restore the balance of power in the Mole Leader's favor.

Don barely had time to react. His senses were on high alert, every nerve screaming as he heard an urgent warning piercing the din of battle. "HEY! WATCH OUT!" 

He didn't know if the shout was directed towards him, but he felt an instinctual pull causing him to retreat back inside the gate with extreme urgency. 

Luckily for Don, he was still relatively close to the gate and the Mole Leader was at the opposite side of the battlefield.

It would still take a few seconds to reach him.

Don retreated back inside the fortified border. He knew the city's defenses were strong, impenetrable even to the cunning of the Mole King. Every inch of the ground beneath the city was layered with protections, preventing any underground attacks. Walls fortified from below and an invisible shield above ensured the safety of those within. He dashed towards the armory, knowing he needed something more formidable to face the Mole King head-on. His mind raced as he quickly began to formulate a plan.

Outside, the battle raged on. The Mole King, realizing Don had momentarily retreated, turned his fury on the other Awakened. None had fallen yet, but the toll was evident. Kagg, the supervisor, and Joseph were bloodied and battered, their bodies barely holding up under the relentless assault. The Mole King's claws were quick and precise, each strike meant to maim or kill. Kagg and the supervisor had already retreated inside the gate, leaving Joseph and the remaining 5 awakened on the front lines, refusing to back down despite their injuries.

The field was a maelstrom of violence and death. Dylan and Frey, the last of the awakened, attackers on Joseph's team, fought with everything they had, Dylan wielding his elemental powers with desperate ferocity while Frey's electricity crackled through the air, striking down moles with deadly precision. Damien stayed close to Isabelle, his barriers shielding her as she directed the battle with keen insights. Her energy was waning, every sense straining to keep track of the Mole King's movements beneath the earth.

The Mole King knew that eliminating the remaining three Awakened would secure his victory. His strategy was precise and ruthless: kill them, and the rest of the defenders would crumble like dominos, unable to resist the onslaught of his forces. He moved with a terrifying speed, his massive claws tearing through the air. After delivering a vicious blow to Dylan from behind, he wasted no time. He dug into the earth, his powerful limbs propelling him through the soil like a missile. Moments later, he burst from the ground beside an unsuspecting soldier. The man's eyes widened in horror, but he barely had time to scream before the Mole King's claws slashed through his neck with brutal efficiency. The soldier's head rolled to the ground, his body collapsing in a lifeless heap beside it, blood pooling in the dirt.

The Mole King turned his bloodied snout towards the girl in the watchtower, his eyes burning with rage and frustration. Letting out a bone-chilling roar, he issued a primal challenge, a furious declaration of defiance despite knowing he could not reach her up there. It was a display of raw anger and helpless fury, a beast's desperate attempt to intimidate a foe who was beyond his grasp. The girl, however, remained unfazed. Her eyes were cold and calculating as she nocked an arrow, drawing her bowstring back with deliberate precision. Her aim was steady and unerring, the bowstring taut with deadly intent. With a sharp twang, she released the arrow, sending it hurtling through the air toward the Mole King. But he was cunning and quick, diving underground just in time to evade the lethal projectile.

From her perch, the girl smirked, her lips curling into a mocking smile. It was a gesture of contempt, a silent message to the Mole King that no matter how many times he roared, he was powerless against her from this vantage point. She had the high ground, both literally and figuratively, and she knew how to use it to her advantage.

Joseph, Dylan and Frey were prepared for the Mole King's attack as they held onto a triangle formation, each person covering the others blind spot.

"Center of the formation!" Isabelle's voice pierced through the chaos of the battlefield, sharp and commanding, slicing through the cacophony of clashing weapons and roaring combatants. Her words were urgent, a beacon of clarity amidst the fog of war. Joseph, Dylan, and Frey instantly locked onto her callout, their senses heightened, every fiber of their being focused on the Mole King's next move. They were seasoned fighters, their reflexes honed by countless battles, but this foe was unlike any they had faced before.

The Mole King wasted no time. With a snarl, he lashed out, his claws slicing through the cracked earth of the desert into air with deadly intent. The Awakened moved to counter, but their positioning made it difficult. They were used to covering each other's backs, but now they found themselves cramped, their attacks hindered by the proximity of their allies. It was a dangerous situation, one where a single misstep could prove fatal.

Dylan gritted his teeth, forcing himself to refocus as he spun around to face the Mole King. His heart pounded in his chest, but he knew he had to keep calm. Joseph and Frey did the same, their expressions grim as they realized the precariousness of their situation. There was no room for error; they had to strike as one if they were to have any hope of surviving this encounter.

With a collective breath, they launched their attack. Powers surged forth from their bodies, converging on the Mole King with a blinding explosion of light and energy. The ground beneath them shook, the force of their combined assault tearing through the earth and sending tremors rippling outward. The air crackled with power, the very fabric of reality seeming to warp under the intensity of their attack.

Dirt and debris were hurled into the air, the shockwave from their assault blasting outwards in a wave of destruction. The Mole King howled in pain, his massive body convulsing as the energy tore into him. For a moment, it looked like the Awakened had gained the upper hand, their concentrated effort pushing the Mole King to the brink.

The Mole King howled in agony, his massive body convulsing as the combined assault tore through him. His fur was singed, his flesh scorched and bleeding from a dozen wounds. For a moment, it seemed as if he might fall, his legs buckling beneath the weight of his injuries. The Awakened pressed their advantage, pouring every ounce of their strength into the attack, determined to end the battle here and now.

But just as the dust began to settle, the Mole King, covered in blood and barely clinging to life, summoned a final burst of strength from the depths of his being. With a roar that echoed across the battlefield, he lunged at Joseph, aiming for the already grievous wound in his stomach. His eyes were wild with desperation, his claws extended and poised to deliver a killing blow. Time seemed to slow as the Mole King's massive form hurtled toward Joseph, every muscle in his body straining with the effort.