The sky above roared ominously and bolts of lightning descended with fierce crackle, illuminating the area in flashes of blinding light, burning to a crisp anything that did not have sufficient physical defense.
"The effect of this lightning scroll is not bad at all." Liam gazed at the fading scroll in his hand, its arcane symbols dimming as it disintegrated into ash, its magic expended.
The bolts of lightning had struck with lethal precision, scorching the earth and rendering the few elves incapacitated or stunned with heavy damage. Their once-proud formation was now a chaotic jumble of wounded elves struggling to regain their senses.
Liam used a fire slash to end the misery of the elves.
Roaring flames cloaked the blade and blazing arcs of fire swept over the wounded elves. Their bodies were consumed by the fiery wave, leaving behind only charred carcasses scattered across the scorched earth.
