Explosion after explosion rocked the forest. Erend and Eccar had long since split into different directions and making chaos into the land as they tore through the grey creatures.
Each strike they delivered killed them instantly. A whole hordes evaporated in blasts of flame or shattered beneath earth power.
The destruction they left in their wake was enormous. Forests blackened. Trees toppled. But right now, none of that mattered.
In just ten minutes they had closed nearly a hundred rifts that had spread like a plague across the forest floor. But despite the effort it felt like trying to hold back a flood with bare hands.
As Erend shot back into the sky, scanning for more, his heart sank. Still so many. More rifts, more creatures. It didn't end.
"Are they opening again somewhere else after we close one?" Eccar asked through the link.
"I don't think so," Erend replied, his voice tight.
"Then why are there still so many!?"
