The sorcerer's voice still echoed across the broken land, heavy with pride and cruelty.
"It seems none of you could put a single dent on my magic defense spell," he said while slowly rolling his neck from side to side, bones cracking loudly as if he were warming up before a simple exercise. "Now then… it's time to break you all as you leave."
A cold silence fell over the battlefield.
The Moonshade family stood scattered across the torn ground, their clothes burned and stained with blood. The air smelled like iron and smoke. Cracks spread across the earth from the force of their combined attacks, yet the golden barrier around the sorcerer remained perfect and untouched.
Former Baron Rivik clenched his teeth so hard his jaw trembled.
Ancestor Ghurn's hands shook as he struggled to gather his breath.
Even the younger members of the Moonshade family, those who had rushed forward with burning anger just moments earlier, now stood frozen with disbelief.
