Boldred's eyes lit up as he glanced around the battlefield.
A surge of Power allowed him to see all over the battlefield. The entire battlefield seemed to slow in his vision, not because time had truly stopped, but because every instinct that had been forged through decades of slaughter, command, and survival roared awake inside him at once.
He saw everything.
He saw Garvek holding the left side with half a boulder in his arms, his skin burned black along the shoulders as he slammed the stone into a magma golem that should have crushed him moments ago. He saw the lone archer, who no longer had arrows to shoot, thrusting a broken spear into the knee of a lava spawn while shouting like a madman because fear had already been burned out of him. He saw one of the remaining Battle Mages swing his staff like a club, as he was completely drained of his mana was drained.
