Assault on The City

Like a precise signal in the deafening chaos, Arin's sharp command cut through the roar of battle.

It was the cue Ragna had been waiting for.

It worked like a spark, which ignited her fiery spirit to the fullest, unleashing the untamed fury of the Icevein.

With a guttural roar, primal and fierce, she launched herself into the breach that had newly been formed in Siterion's wall.

She swung her massive warhammer, Thalvak, like a blur of motion, turning it into a living extension of her rage.

She had turned herself into a whirlwind of raw power and unyielding determination—a single, defiant force against the relentless tide of holy warriors that was pouring through the crumbling stone of Siterion.

Thalvak sang every time it met consecrated steel. It was not just deflecting blows but also absorbing the divine energy that crackled around the charging Paladins.