The system notification trembled on every player's interface, a reminder that they faced a true calamity.
Ashen's cloak billowed as he floated higher, his dragonborn eyes gleaming with determination. Force Energy surged around his hands, invisible yet more tangible than lightning itself. Behind him, the Warden Guild spread across the floating platforms conjured by the storm's residual mana, their eyes fixed on him—not with desperation, but with conviction.
This time, they were ready.
The First Clash
Arkkhal snapped its maw open, a vortex of storm clouds spinning into existence.
"Tempest Maw!"
A colossal beam of compressed lightning surged downward. Ashen reacted instantly, thrusting one hand forward.
"Force Reversal."
The storm beam bent, then rebounded with a deafening crash.
Damage Dealt: 88,173 Health Points!
The redirected energy seared across Arkkhal's chest, ripping scales free and forcing the tyrant to recoil.
"NOW!" Ashen bellowed.
