The battlefield was chaos, but Eldra and Yolanda stood firm, their spells lashing out at the angelic being before them. Eldra's arcane flames crackled through the air, while Yolanda's frost magic coiled around her, forming jagged spikes of ice that she hurled with precision.
Just as another wave of their magic surged toward the angel, a furious voice rang out.
"STOP THIS AT ONCE!"
A woman in ornate robes stormed into view, her face twisted with fury. Behind her, several annoyed-looking guards followed reluctantly, as if they'd been dragged along against their will.
The High Priestess of Fludir.
Eldra didn't even need to turn her head to recognize her. The woman's shrill voice and blind devotion to the so-called "All-Knowing Mother" made her unmistakable.
"What are you all doing?!" the priestess shrieked, her eyes darting between the mages and the angel. "You dare disrespect a messenger of the divine? You should all be bowing before it!"