"Lilith, you've crossed the line!"
In the center of the camp, a thunderous roar erupted!
The eardrums of everyone inside and outside the camp suddenly throbbed.
All sound vanished!!!
But almost immediately, a sharp ringing began, piercing their skulls like steel needles.
In the center of the camp, Sterling Wizard slowly rose into the air.
He was surrounded by thirteen Fireballs, which began to expand as he ascended.
Each one swelled to the size of a house, its searing light turning half the night sky to day.
His black Wizard Robe whipped about in the superheated air.
His eyes were cold as he locked his gaze on the female Wizard opposite him, who stood atop a dark red cloud of blood.
"Crossed the line?" Lilith let out a light, bell-like laugh, her longsword trembling slightly in her hand.
"Sterling, war is the only border that matters. This camp, and the flesh and blood within it, are mine."
"Then let's see if you have what it takes!"
