At the same time, the fight in the canyon had fully boiled over.
Emerald Castle's army and Mournvale Abyss's forces smashed into each other deep in the gorge. Energy from both sides hammered, ripped, and detonated without pause. Fresh cracks spiderwebbed across the rock walls. Stones tumbled from above, only to be ground into dust before they could even hit the ground—pulverized by shockwaves sweeping the battlefield.
Advancing became brutally expensive. Every step forward cost blood.
Ethan stood on the edge of the chaos, teeth grinding so hard his jaw ached.
He'd never fought a war this suffocating.
