The battles raged on throughout the day, and amid the chaos, Syra was terrifying to behold.
She moved across the battlefield like a force of nature, each spell she cast operating on an entirely different level that most of her opponents fell in a single strike.
Before long, word began to spread. Champions who caught sight of an orange-haired elf on the field quickly chose another direction, unwilling to cross paths with her.
At one point, three Lomen warriors attempted to corner her. But she turned toward them with calm eyes, raised her hand, and whispered the spell.
The explosion consumed all three of them in an instant.
The Uweron mages, on the other hand, ran through the battlefield as well. Their magic was diverse and powerful.
They moved in coordinated groups, targeting isolated champions and eliminating them before reinforcements could arrive.
By midday, the battlefield had become a warzone of attrition.
Then, finally, sunset hit.
