Magicians under the leadership of their king began to filter through numerous portals that cut through the air with a bright radiance, an unbridled armed crowd.
Each of them was wearing protective elven armor and shouted a battle cry as they rushed to the aid of the greatly weakened faerie formations.
General Aisen ordered the assault groups to join the werewolves, taking the witches into a blockade ring.
The archers stood at a considerable distance, but thanks to magic, their arrows flew for several kilometers, hitting their target on the spot with one blow. They spread out in the crowd, revealing flaws in the defense and covering these holes with themselves.
Horel looked frighteningly distraught as he stepped onto the battlefield. He instantly assessed the situation and gave the necessary orders, ungrouping the magicians into sectors. But he couldn't focus on the slaughter himself. All his thoughts were occupied only by his daughter.
