Olua realized that she had been checkmated, but that didn’t mean she had also been defeated. Unlike in games, the rules of a real battlefield could be changed. The Roc ignored the shaman and abandoned her position, opening a clear path of retreat for the monster army.
The creatures had yet to raise the first yell of victory that Olua unleashed her next barrage of spells against the reverted monsters who were restricting Bodya. A hail of fire and thunder bought the Nidhogg the time he needed to dive underground.
The flabbergasted shaman did her best to rush toward her enemy, but the Roc didn’t wait for her and moved even farther away without ever ceasing the dive bombings. The only way Se’Haan had to keep up with Olua’s speed was to fly, but fighting a Roc in the skies was beyond madness.
Without the sacrifice of her soldiers and the protection of earth magic, the shaman knew that she would barely last a second.
’A creature that big needs just an opening to swallow me whole.’ She thought while chasing the Roc.
With the Nidhoog gone to heal his many wounds with Invigoration, Olua darted back and forth, hitting wherever the monsters gathered to keep them from coordinating their efforts.
Unfortunately for Se’Haan, she focused so much on Olua’s movements that she failed to notice where the Roc led her.
The ground opened under the shaman’s feet, letting her see the opened maw of the Nidhogg and the black abyss filled with venom that was his throat. Se’Haan conjured the earth dome that had protected her from the Roc, but it barely slowed down Bodya’s charge.
Even rocks empowered by her crystal were frail compared to the lesser Leviathan’s body infused with all the elements. The dome crumbled on impact and Bodya swallowed her whole, drowning the shaman in so much acid that she didn’t feel any pain as she died.
Westhar felt his connection with the violet gemstone disappear and knew that everything was lost. A Nidhoog’s acid could destroy inanimated matter easily, allowing them to feed on anything.
The shaman’s death had not only deprived the Puppeteer of his second in command but it also caused him the loss of his most powerful mana crystal. Without it, his orc body was nothing but a sorry excuse for an Awakened.
Westhar focused his fury on the hybrid in front of him, using his wand to neutralize all of Lith’s spells while his soldiers struck at him in weaves. Each one of their attacks was weak, barely able to put a dent in the Scalewalker armor but he took dozens of them at the same time.
The Abomination had dispelled Lith’s Necromantic spell as well, turning the undead into food for his warriors. With each clash, Lith killed several opponents, but more stepped forward to take their place, without giving him a single moment of rest.
’Fuck me sideways! I had prepared to fight an Abomination, the shaman, or the army, not all three of them at the same time plus a bunch of reverted monsters. Where are the others?’ He thought while attempting and failing to cast a fireball in the air for the eleventh time.
It was the convened signal for help in the case any of the Emperor Beasts was in trouble.
’They are winning their battle but it would take them a while to notice your situation.’ Solus said. She had tried as well to cast any kind of spell that could help Lith but Westhar had negated them as well.
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