Swoosh!
A fireball split cleanly in two, its blazing halves sweeping past Grash's side as Lan'ka and Tud'or could be seen behind it.
Their expressions were grim, their bodies tense as they stared across the battlefield at Grash. The flames shooting behind him illuminated his broad figure, but they did little to conceal the terrifying calm on his face.
Grash was becoming an unstoppable force.
His destructive lightning spells were powerful enough to tear through almost anything placed before him, yet his greatest advantage was not even his magic. It was the way he combined that overwhelming destructive power with decades of brutal combat experience.
