Crackle!
Crackle!!
Boom!!!
The chilling night air was now filled with the thunder of destruction as Kaelen and Kelvin sprinted through the thick undergrowth, racing back toward the town. The distant crimson flashes of mana-based explosions tore through the sky like angry stars, and every second they delayed meant more blood spilled—more lives lost.
They didn't speak as they moved—there was no need. The map and supplies they had just organized were stuffed haphazardly into their packs, slung over their backs. Their cloaks billowed behind them, and every stride echoed their desperation to reach the town in time.
The moment they crested a ridge overlooking the town, they halted in disbelief.
"…What the hell is that?" Kaelen muttered, breath caught in his throat.
