The battlefield was still chaotic.
Even with the Greater Beast momentarily disoriented, the Glimmermucks were pressing harder. More of them had broken off from the city siege, converging on Arial's position like a tide of hungry creatures wanting to eat them all.
But Rayven wasn't watching the front line anymore.
His eyes were locked on a single target, one of the Glimmermucks that stood taller than the rest…
It roared for a brief moment, and the surrounding Glimmermucks responded with renewed aggression.
But Rayven was already in position.
"Fireball."
[ 1 Gold Coin deducted. ]
The orb of flame burst from his hand and struck the Beast's exposed flank, right where the scales had cracked from Edward's earlier arrow.
The explosion wasn't massive, but it forced the creature to stagger as its casting rhythm was disrupted again.
"Gust Step."
[ 1 Gold Coin deducted. ]
