Hour One.
Khorvash's flames lit up the clearing as the first wave hit, ice stalkers poured through the gaps in Misha's outer barriers, their frozen bodies shattering against dragon fire, but for every one that fell, two more took its place.
"They're not stopping," Khorvash shouted, her tail whipping around to catch three stalkers mid-leap, "how many of these things are there?"
Misha stood at the center of her defensive formation, her staff glowing as she manipulated the middle zone, gravity shifted, making the monsters slow down as they entered the affected area, their movements became sluggish, giving Khorvash more time to deal with them.
"The mana spike from Luthra's ritual is attracting everything in the gate, we just have to hold until he's done."
