Chapter 2661 Falling Apart (Part 1)

“Please, you and that Dragon are pathetic one-trick ponies. You can’t do squat from a distance and the other one is useless in close-quarters combat.” M’Rael said to the Void.

One brief moment of distraction was all it took to make the delicate balance of the fight collapse.

When Morok stopped in mid-air to turn around and dart toward Ajatar, he became a fixed target long enough to also be easy prey.

The arrows coming at his back exploded before hitting their mark thanks to the elemental stream coming from his V-shaped bones, but the resulting explosion sent him spinning like a top.

The following volley of arrows reached its target, piercing and sticking to his armor until he looked like a porcupine. The tier five spells they were imbued with kicked the Tyrant off the sky, filling the air with a mist comprised of his own flesh and blood.

Nalrond’s constructs froze when he looked over his shoulder, allowing the elves to surround him, and Friya missed the timing to rescue him because she was looking back too.

Morok’s scream made Quylla lose her focus, but at least she had the quick wit to retreat instead of standing still and released all the spells she had at the ready as cover fire.

A barrage of heat rays mowed down the elven lines where they had dropped the shields in favor of their bows, but the wounds were small and already cauterized, making them easy to heal.

Aalejah could only watch helplessly as the offensive formation she had organized crumbled and her defensive arrays were taken down in quick succession.

‘If the elven troops join their forces with M’Rael, our chances of victory will go from little to none!’ She thought. ‘What the heck can I do alone against so many opponents or against someone who could take down three violet-cored Awakened like it was child’s play?’

The High Chancellor walked toward Faluel to finish her off, deeming her to be the greatest threat to his plan.

‘Without her, the only opponent with Davross equipment will be gone and her treasures will be mine. Without the Life Maelstrom, nobody can stand against a mage walking with his tower as one! I’m-‘ His train of thought derailed when the Sentries alerted him of an incoming attack.

“The fuck?” Double Edge went millimeters away from his face and only because even though it was heavy, Adamant and Dragon bones were no match for the tower-fused Fury. “How can you still stand?”

Lith didn’t reply, the Tree went on a dissertation about the origin of Abominations, and Solus babbled about a lion cub and the circle of life.

“Shut up!” M’Rael snarled as the voices in his head hindered his focus without actually explaining anything.

Lith still had part of the Life Maelstrom Faluel had infused him with and had split it with War so that the angry blade could clash with the much stronger hammer without breaking.

‘Blocking the Fury with a blade is idiotic but it’s better than death.’ Lith did his best to dodge and deflect whenever he could, but he there were times when he had no choice but to parry.

Also, he couldn’t politely ask M’Rael to stop blocking. Thanks to the Eyes, the elf had a clear idea of Lith’s martial style and was exploiting such knowledge to beat the blade to its breaking point.

“You bastards!” The High Chancellor said to the Tiamat and his own unwilling slaves. “That’s how you did it!”

M’Rael had sent the Sentries scouting the battlefield to make sure that the Lesser Dragons wouldn’t miraculously revive as well just to discover a bald patch of ground where Lith had laid until a moment before.

The Void couldn’t get far from him, but plants were still living beings and the Fringe was filled to the brim with world energy. The Abomination had sucked everything dry and sent the stolen life force to Lith to heal his wounds the moment they had been opened.