The sky over the capital burned with spells.
Ashborn flames and Magus aether collided in waves, tearing the air into a storm of element.
The battlefield was already turning into a graveyard before the leader even moved.
The Ash King's eyes narrowed.
The earlier spatial shock still echoed in the city's foundation.
The barrier had been forced open once, and the Primordial Flame altar become unstable.
"Stabilize the altar," he ordered coldly.
The priest beside him swallowed hard and bowed.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Deep beneath the palace, the Primordial Flame chamber shook.
Ancient patterns carved into black stone glowed brighter, then dimmed, as if struggling to stay awake.
Meanwhile in the city, Ben's golem start wrecking havoc.
Some tore down building.
Some crushed the road destroying part of the rune array in the process.
Some blocked supply corridors and main junctions, blocking the logistic in the city.
