A dark purple wave of destructive energy surged forward, colliding with a massive wall of ice. The impact shattered the barrier like it was made of brittle glass, scattering frost and vapor through the air. The shockwave from the explosion swept across the battlefield, forcing Regnare and his team to dive for cover.
Though the ice wall had absorbed the brunt of the blast, the residual energy alone was catastrophic.
Vorr screamed, clutching the bloody remains of his face — his right eye completely gone. Yamal staggered back, his severed arm twitching uselessly on the ground before vanishing into dust. The rest of the team bore a mess of wounds — burns, lacerations, and ruptured skin — but none as severe as the vampire and the elemental.
"Fuck! I wish we had a goddamn healer!" Damak growled, pushing himself up on trembling arms, his skin singed and his clothes torn.
