The air was filled with violence.
Screams echoed through the stone corridors of the last dwarven strongholds. Smoke and flames laced with mana soared into the sky, turning it orange and red. Shouts of desperate, panicked orders sounded against walls that were collapsing.
"Commander!! Aaarrghhh!!"
A bright blue magic burst down from above, breaking through the outer barrier and exploding inside the central barracks. The explosion sent rubble flying, shattering stone like fragile clay.
Above, wyverns circled, their wings slicing through the clouds. Each one carried two riders: one to control and direct, the other casting spell after spell from above. Fire, wind, and ice bolts rained down like judgment from the skies.
"Fall back!! Everyone fall back to the inner defenses!!"
The dwarven commander shouted, his voice hoarse—barely loud enough to be heard over the explosions.
"ARRGH—!"
