A sudden gust of wind tears through the clearing as Thales reacts just as fast.
"Tier 4: Gale Lock!"
He carves a sharp sigil in the air, and a pressure pulse detonates outward from him in a precise circle. The encroaching swarm stumbles, thrown back as invisible force slams into them—chitin snapping, limbs twisting, the air itself turning into a cage of sharpened gusts.
Brakar doesn't waste the opening.
He surges forward like a charging boulder, his war axe already glowing with violent crimson runes. His voice is a low snarl.
"Tier 4: Ember Rend!"
The axe explodes with fire as he swings it in a wide arc, the flames coiling like serpents around the blade. It cleaves straight through the armored boar-beast's skull in one blow, fire trailing behind like a comet. Bone splits, brains sizzle, and the thing crumples with a shaking thud.
Another screech erupts from the trees as three flying creatures dive—long-winged, needle-beaked horrors with skin like stretched tar.
