-STEP -STEP
Cael and Elowyn ran through the building and stepped out.
Under the night sky, flames enveloped the entire area, as far as the eye could see.
The firelight painted the streets in violent shades of orange and red, swallowing the darkness in a restless glow. Smoke curled upward in thick spirals, choking the air and stinging the eyes.
"Where is your team?"
Cael asked as he took out his sword.
"I don't know."
Elowyn answered while she took out her sword as well.
-BOOM -BOOM -BANG
Far away, large explosions erupted as intense mana concentrations collided violently with miasma.
The clash distorted the air itself, sending ripples across the sky like a disturbed lake. Sparks of blue and violet mana burst against creeping waves of sickly black mist.
It was a battle between a [Mythril] ranker and a Wraith.
"Wraith?"
Cael questioned himself.
And the answer stood before him. Except for wraiths, no one could use miasma.
"What's the plan?"
Cael asked Elowyn.
