Meanwhile, just as Riley's arms wrapped around his mate's neck and his feet finally touched the unforgiving ground of Wyrmfall, things back in Silvara had already progressed far beyond the initial destruction of the barrier.
What had started as a single breach had quickly given way to more and more points of contact as the invading forces poured through, turning the once-pristine border into a chaotic battlefield.
Screams echoed across the field as manasteel clashed against claws and flesh, accompanied by the deafening explosions of magic countering magic. The elves moved like lethal ghosts through the chaotic fray, using their familiarity with their own territory to disappear between the trees before emerging where their enemies least expected them.
