Eccar dived headfirst after coming out of the window. The wind roaring past his face as he plummeted from the tower.
The height made the descent exhilarating and despite the chaos below, he couldn't help but grin wide. The rush of freefall lasted a few long seconds before he spread his arms.
With a sharp burst of power, his Dragon wings unfurled, catching the air and halting his fall in an instant.
The sudden shift sent another surge of adrenaline through his veins as he angled his body forward, his wings beating once before he shot toward the battlefield.
From above, he loot at the grim state of the battle beyond the palace walls. The Elf warriors were being pushed back, struggling against the monstrous Ogres and Daemons clad in exo-suit armor and in frenzied state.
The enemy forces moved with brutal efficiency, their armored forms shrugging off attacks as they tore through the defensive lines.
