The camp was no longer a camp. It had turned into a battlefield of fire and panic.
Captains rushed out from different directions, their expressions dark as they took in the spreading chaos. Orders were shouted over one another, voices overlapping in confusion.
Zerath stood near the center, his cloak fluttering as hot wind rushed past him. His eyes scanned the burning tents, his jaw clenched tight.
"Control the fire!" one captain roared. "Water-element users—move now!"
Several demons with water affinity rushed forward, chanting hurried spells. Waves of water crashed against the flames, hissing loudly as steam rose into the air. Some fires weakened, but others refused to die, fed by fuel-soaked fabric and dry wood.
Just then, a booming sound came.
BOOM.
A sudden explosion thundered from one side of the camp. Everyone froze for a split second.
Zerath's head snapped toward the sound.
