The shattered limestone floor of the basin became a raging maelstrom of white dust and splintered timber as Zaira pressed her relentless counter-offensive through the heart of the Western Army.
Every undulating surge of the titan serpent carried the kinetic weight of a shifting mountain, breaking through spear phalanxes before the western ranks could plant their shields.
Beside her massive coils, the ten Sandshades moved with flawless, lethal coordination, utilizing the blinding dust clouds to strike with terrifying efficiency.
They glided across the pulverized rock like desert ghosts, their gray cloaks blending into the haze as their crescent blades carved through weapon straps and shield grips.
N'varu slipped between two charging Tsanka captains, ducking beneath their synchronized spear thrusts with a single low pivot across the shale.
