In the distant sky, lightning flashed while black mist swirled around, radiating a dark glow.
Terrifying blasts boomed across the battlefield, and the suffocating pressure rolled forward, sweeping everything in its path.
Rayden, who excelled at aerial combat, suddenly didn't dare to fly too high.
Even staying close to the ground felt dangerous. Hovering over his own army in low airspace, Thunderhawk Rayden assisted Lilith and Lysinthia in taking down enemies who had broken into the inner circle.
His eagle-like screeches seemed so thin against the endless clamor of battle.
"Prophet, don't break formation!"
Lilith used her mind-voice to pull Onyx, Thundar, and the others out of their slaughter-fueled trance.
Riding powerful mounts, they had far more mobility and attack power than most—already drifting away from their defensive line.
Why? Because everyone on the battlefield had gone berserk.