Archer was watching three of his legions forming up for battle after they arrived back at the beachhead. The Alliance had arrived and wanted a fight, giving his generals a chance to show him how good they are. While standing there, he got a message from Ayrenn. 'I've gone back to the Domain, I need to sleep, my love.'
He chuckled at this but replied. 'Alright, make sure Dellah is okay for me. She was old cold and breathing heavily.'
The High-Elf agreed, prompting Archer to pivot back to the unfolding battle. Seconds later, enemy war machines roared, launching volleys of mana shells arcing through the sky. Draconian Mages countered, creating a shield that absorbed the earth-shaking blasts. He grinned as the magical barrier held firm.
