Where? The thought thundered in their heads. But before they could ponder the question, flashes of light ignited at the corners of their vision.
They turned, and saw four arrows, wreathed in a staggering amount of mana, screaming toward each of them.
Ozeroth grinned, brandishing his twin hammers.
Aric reached for his broadsword, swinging it to the side.
Thunder crackled around Magnus' body, his figure remaining undaunted.
Zenon dropped into a stance, bracing himself for battle.
Four collisions detonated in the hall as each of them met the incoming arrow with an attack of their own.
A blast that shattered pillars in all directions rippled out, engulfing the entire space in a thick haze.
Through the haze, Ozeroth took a heavy stomp that rumbled the ground, sending a shockwave blasting out.
The haze cleared, just in time for their eyes to land on a massive hammer plummeting towards Ozeroth, as though the sky itself was collapsing.
